A Knight's Tale (Robguy&Jazz)
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				Title: <strong>A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 17:02:27</strong>
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				William trotted his horse slowly down the hardpacked, dirt lane that encompassed the village's main throughfare. The usually quiet village was bustling with activity as people scurried about like worker ants, preparing for the jousting tournament that was to begin the next day. <br><br>Though he had been to countless competitions before this was still an all new experience for William. For whereas before he had attended the events as a mere squire to to Sir Ector, tomorrow he would be participating in the tournament. <br><br>Or rather Ulric Von Lichtenstein would. After Sir Ector had died during the previous tournament Willaim had donend his armor and jousted in his stead, and had even managed to win. Emboldened by his his victory he convinced his fellow squires Wat and Roland that they could continue to&nbsp; farce. To be caught would mean death, but the chance for glory and fame was too alluring to pass up.<br><br>So lost in his thoughts was William that he almost failed to notice her. An angel dressed as a goddess. A brief flash of beauty, haloed by a wreath of ebon hair. He stopped scanning the crowd for another sign of the beautiful woman.
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 18:43:27</strong>
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				<br>With her friend and maid, Christiana, they wander through the small shops on their way from Mass.&nbsp; <br><br>Her father is an avid follower of jousting and drags them all over the country-side.&nbsp; He is also not so subtly looking to marry her off to a suitable husband.&nbsp; Her parents are looking for someone prestigious with a solid title.<br><br>Jocelyn, on the other hand is a romantic, yet practical as well.&nbsp; She wants love, yearns for it, but knows many of the men are looking at either her pretty face or her large dowry, some both.<br><br>The ladies wander, unaware they are being watched.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 04:41:21</strong>
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				There! Over by the seemstress shop! <em>Oh, she is an angel!</em><br><br>Guiding his mount he fell into place beside the two lovely women. He looked down from his perch atop the horse at Jocelyn. "Tis such a wonderful morning is it not M'ladies?" 
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 14:51:58</strong>
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				<br>Jocelyn looked upon the man but let nothing slip.&nbsp; She was practiced at keeping her face straight.&nbsp; “’Tis morning.&nbsp; I will give you that.&nbsp; But I have yet to judge it good or bad; let alone wonderful…”<br><br>Her friend, Cristiana, blushed and placed her hand up to sun her eyes.&nbsp; She knew this was just the sort that Jocelyn would fall for.&nbsp; The Lady guarded her heart well, but there was something in his eyes…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 14:58:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;William tilted his head at her and chuckled softly, before favoring her with a lopsided grin, revealing a set of nearly perfect white teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah but it tis wonderful, because my eyes have witnessed an angel walking the Earth.&nbsp; I am Sir Will-&nbsp; &nbsp;Sir Ulric Von Lichtenstein of Gelderland." He bowed in the saddle.
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 15:24:49</strong>
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				<br>“Aww&nbsp; The newest rising star of the tournaments.&nbsp; You are the talk at all the banquets.”&nbsp; Jocelyn gave the compliment carefully.<br><br>“But I fear your eyes are mistaken if they see an ‘angel’ here.&nbsp; We are but women, here to do man’s bidding it would seem…”&nbsp; She was in a sharper mood than usual, having had a conversation over breakfast with her father.&nbsp; It had ended with his fist pounding on the table telling her she would be married to whom ever <em> he </em> chose within the year.<br><br>Still she gathered her skirts and curtseys.&nbsp; “It is nice to make you acquaintance Sir Ulric, seer of Angels…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 15:34:30</strong>
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				The valiant knight seemed to falter a bit at her compliment and then her brash dismissal. "wa- Wait! Would you tell me your name?"&nbsp; <br><br>He urged his horse to fall into step beside the two maidens. Something about Jocelyn struck a chord deep in his heart. It wasn't that she was beautiful, though she most certainly was. It was something else, the way she carried herself, the way she spoke. He had never been so quickly moved a woman. 
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 16:10:41</strong>
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				A smile finally broke on her face, “And if I had an ugly face would you care for my name, Sir Knight?”&nbsp; Shaking her head she was in a teasing mood.<br><br>“You are on a hunt. I am simply the fox and you a hunter…”She said taking a few steps away but both women still watching for his reaction.<br>Jocelyn was intrigued by this one.&nbsp; He was not as...&nbsp; smooth, but much more charming to her.
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 16:22:12</strong>
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				"No," He recoiled slightly "Uh, I mean of course I would....maybe." <br><br>He winced. Don't screw this up William. The look of despair that had slowly began creeping onto his face was quickly replaced by his boyish smile once again at her comment. <br><br>"A fox? Very well then a fox you be my foxy lady. but someday I will have know your name."<br><br>The sound a horn blowing rang out across the village. The opening ceremony was about to begin. "Uh...I have to go. Will I see you be attending the tournament my foxy lady??"
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 16:36:24</strong>
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				<br>The young women both shared a laugh at his faltering reaction.&nbsp; He was not like the other knights.&nbsp; There was something more… normal, real about him.&nbsp; She almost hated how drawn she was to him, his humour his rugged sweetness…<br><br>Charmed by his smile and quick wit, she nodded not able to stop smiling, “I’ll be there…”&nbsp; She didn’t add that her father insisted.&nbsp; Though he didn’t sit with the young women, he insisted Jocelyn attend to ’be seen’.
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 16:49:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Then I shall look for you in the stands? I'm sure your beauty will shine like a beacon so that I might find you." <br><br>With a quick wave he nudged his horse and trotted off. As he departed the girls could here him begin to sing. "Pretty woman walking down the row, pretty woman...."<br><hr><br>&nbsp; As it turned out William was first in the list and his opponent was a fairly well known knight name Sir Orvil. As Chaucer began his introduction he scanned the crown seeking out his fix.<br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen, today....today! We are all equally blessed. For today we shall bear witness to the most electrifying knight this sport has ever known. Direct from the distant lands of Gelderland I give the one, the only. sir Ullric Von Lichtenstein!"
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 17:09:28</strong>
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				<br>He certainly wasn’t the typical knight, nor like any young man she knew.&nbsp; Jocelyn smiled as Christiana giggled when he rode away singing her praises.&nbsp; Was this just a different strategy?&nbsp; Actually get to know <em> her </em> rather that simply <em> negotiate </em> with her father…<br>________________________________________<br>Having changed into one of the elaborate outfits her mother kept sending from her shopping spree in Paris, Jocelyn looked the part of the proper young lady.&nbsp; Hair perfectly coifed beneath a dramatic hat, she sat and watched the opening pageantry.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned carefully, stealth fully for Ullric.&nbsp; She didn’t want to seem too eager.<br><br>Finally the herald announced his arrival and she was on her feet.&nbsp; Holding to a wood column for stability, she bit her lip as he came onto the jousting field in full gleaming armour.&nbsp; She was entranced, but would not admit it even to herself<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 17:24:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; As the heralds continued to introduce their lieges, William studied each knight as they trotted onto the field. After a few moments he looked down at his own, battered and antiquated armor. He almost hoped the lady of his dreams would decide to not come to the tournament. If she saw him like this she would never give him her name and that was what he wanted most of all...well almost. Most of all he wanted to be crowned Tournament Champion, but knowing her name was a close second. <br><br>As the introductions finished he was both relieved and a bit saddened when he did not see her in the stands, hidden as she was by the wooden post. He glanced down at Roland who had picked up on his friends dour mood and asked him about it. <br><br>"Tis nothing Roland, yet it is everything and anything. I met a lovely lady and now I can't stop thinking of her."<br><br>After some banter back and forth between Roland, Wat and himself it was time for the first match. As Roland guided William's horse to the starting line William lowered his visor and set his sights on a new target. One Sir Orvil of Pembroke. The referee waved the standard and William spurred his horse into a charge as Sir Orvil did likewise. <br><br>Halfway to his target William tried to set his lance into the cradle attached to his armor. It took him two tries and and by the time he was set it was too late. He could do nothing but take his opponents blow and try and remain in the saddle. Orvil's lance took William high and right. The force of the blow nearly left him winded as he exploded out of the back end of a cloud of splinters. Yet somehow he had remained on his horse. <br><br>As he returned to the start line for the second run he scanned the crowd again.
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 17:45:27</strong>
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				<br>She stood there dark eyes shining in the sunlight as the knights were introduced.&nbsp; Jocelyn wanted to know more about this man.&nbsp; The man from Gelderland.&nbsp; Where was that?&nbsp; She thought she was pretty well schooled in geography…<br><br>His squires seemed quite loyal to him, but a bit friendly for servants.&nbsp; Ullric just seemed so different from the other men that had been paraded before her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like…like this one.&nbsp; She bowed slightly and held out her hand for the kissing.&nbsp; He was just too smooth, to the point of being smarmy.&nbsp; But he was some war hero and on her father’s top ten list for her hand in marriage.<br><br>“Count, how good to see you.&nbsp; Won’t you join us?”&nbsp; She asked politely, having been warned to be ‘nice‘ to the man.&nbsp; Jocelyn just always felt as though his eyes had already undressed her whenever they were together.
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 16:05:22</strong>
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				Count Ademar stood before her dressed in linens of the highest quality and as dark as the heart that beat in his chest. True to form his hazel eyes immediately focus on the area just below her throat as he bows and greets her.<br><br>"Lady Jocelyn, you are looking lovely as always," he sat down next to her. "I can think of nothing I'd like more."<br><hr><br>Once again William found himself galloping full speed toward sir Orvil. The loud crack of wood against steel fills the arena as he scores a broken lance on the other knight's left shoulder. As he trots back toward his starting area he see her, his foxy lady. but who was that man sitting beside her. <br><br>stopping in front of her he nods his head. "I would have your name now M'lady."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 17:18:25</strong>
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				<br>Sighing and rolling her eyes as several claimed they would win on her behalf, she was tired of the postured flirting of these suitors.&nbsp; &nbsp;None seemed to really know love.&nbsp; Just acting the role.&nbsp; She saw only the love of her father’s purse in their eyes.<br><br>A stunning blow was made and she clapped, as was expected.&nbsp; Ademar insisted on telling her the rules, though she had pretended to not understand them.<br><br>A genuine smile graced her lips when Ullrick came once again to charm her, “Sir hunter, you persist…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 13:22:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; "And who might you be?" the count cut in before William could answer.<br><br>"I'm umm..."<br><br>"Your name is Sir Umm or have you forgotten your name?" Ademar laughed<br><br>"I am Sir Ulric Von Lichtenstein from Gelderland."<br><br><br>'My what a mouthful, I'd want to forget too. And that armor? Is that a shield? how quaint, my grandfather can start wearing his in public again." He looked calmly at William as if daring him to act brashly.<br><br><br>William looked like he was ready to climb over the rail and attack the count. Though outside he refrained from doing just that, in his head he had already done so and ripped the vile man's arms off and beat him with them. He looked to Jocelyn and started to speak, and then hissed at the Count and turned ready to trot off.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 14:52:28</strong>
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				<br>Ulric looked as if he had something brilliant and touching to say next, but the count interrupted him.&nbsp; As he went on to insult this knight she held a stone face as others laughed.&nbsp; She was ashamed of those around her that laughed at him.<br><br>She was ashamed for those that found humor in what the count said, making fun at the armor her wore and even of his name…&nbsp; It was one of those class things she had little tolerance for.&nbsp; Ulric trotted off without another word.<br><br>Jocelyn smiled shyly to herself and her maid as Ulric’s herald gave the most enchanting introduction ever.&nbsp; Clapping enthusiastically as the joust began.&nbsp; Watching as her sir hunter take a hit from the other knight, she tried once again to keep her feelings hidden, she knew she was being watched at all times.<br><br>At the next hit, she was surprised to hear the count’s herald praise Ulric’s style.&nbsp; The two discussed how he didn’t raise his helmet.&nbsp; She whispered to her maid, “He keeps his eye on the target.&nbsp; A true hunter…”And with the last chance, he showed the knight, who was wounded, mercy. “He shows Mercy.” she breathed.&nbsp; Though others, apparently saw it as a weakness…<br><br>That night she couldn’t sleep, she kept thinking of Ulric.&nbsp; She fantasized of him as hunter and catching and what they’d do next.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hated how she wanted him so badly.&nbsp; What was it about him?&nbsp; He was just so different, so…&nbsp; she couldn’t quite put her finger on it… How of all of the others had he weakened her heart so easily?&nbsp; Perhaps because he was the only one who had not proclaimed they would win for <em> her, </em> even Ademar had finally tossed that lame line her way.&nbsp; She knew they won for themselves…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 16:06:10</strong>
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				The rest of that day William took his anger and frustrations out on his opponents. He knew it was petty, and he knew it made little difference, but it sure felt good. It also helped place him in the finals, where he would be facing none other than the cause of his ire Sir Ademar himself, for the title of tournament champion. <br><br>He tried to sleep, but sleep would not come this night. first he lay awake for hours tormenting poor Wat and Roland as he tried to guess her name. "Aphrodite? No...Belle?....eventually he ran out of names and was nearly asleep. Unfortunately he began to dream about tomorrow's match with Adermar, and his lovely Foxy lady. He finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours before dawn, only to have to wake up three hours later. <br><br>He was tempermental and cranky as they went about preparing for breakfast. "After we eat I'm going to go find an armorer willing to make me a new suit of armor."
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 18:08:02</strong>
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				<br>As she dressed her mind was still on the mysterious knight from Gelderland.&nbsp; As she brussed through her hair she smiled with a perfect idea.&nbsp; “Christiana”&nbsp; She called out.&nbsp; “Take this to Sir Ulric as my favor and give him my name.&nbsp; He has suffered long enough.”<br><br>She looked out to see a lovely day beginning.&nbsp; The sun was shinning and for once, she was looking forward to a day in the stands watching jousting.&nbsp; She chose a bright dress, yellow, she would stand out.<br><br>Christiana found the herald and was brought to the knight.&nbsp; “M’Lady bids that you wear this token.&nbsp; And also gives her name, Jocelyn.”<br><br>As the count rode out his name was chanted, he was favored to win.&nbsp; But after the second pass the name being shouted was Ulric and she let herself smile.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 09:38:54</strong>
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				It had taken a few moments for what Christiana had told him and for the significance of the scarf to sink in. when it did his eyes went wide a with joy and his dour mood was washed away on a wave of euphoria like none he had ever felt before. His sleepiness forgotten he was nearly floating in the air. <br><br>As he prepare for the first pass he saw his dearest Jocelyn there in the stands. she looked as lovely as a spring sunset in her yellow dress. so spellbound by her beauty was he that he botched the first pass allowing the count to score the first points. Determined not to lose to the man who had belittled him in front of Jocelyn he refocused and scored a perfect shot on Ademar's helmet. The score as now tied.<br><br>The final pass was upon them. Both knights glared at one another behind their visors. William seethed with anger and wounded pride over yesterdays events. The count seethed with anger because this poor country knight had managed to score a blow against him, both on the jousting grounds and in the battle for Jocelyn's heart. the standards were waved and both men charged at full gallop toward one another, both eager to punish the other. <br><br>Unfortunately for William, Ademar, proved the better jouster this day. His lance hit William in on his visor with the force of jack hammer. As Williams teetered in his saddle, trying to remain conscious Jocelyn's favor fluttered to the ground. Ademar scooped it up with hi shattered lance and trotted over to her.<br><br>"I believe this belongs to you M'lady."
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 18:52:43</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;There was no smile on her face when the count brought her scarf to her.&nbsp; She did as she must, take it for the crowd.&nbsp; Ademar won the tournament.&nbsp; Though Ulric had won the for his sword fighting he didn’t seem pleased.<br><br>Jocelyn was in a foul mood until her maid, Christiana, the perfect campaign, reminded her about the banquet.&nbsp; Her eyes lit up and a smile graced her face.&nbsp; “Go, ask Sir Ulric what color his tunic will be.&nbsp; I will dress to match and all will understand my favor once we begin dancing…”&nbsp; She got a dreamy look upon her face as she begun dancing about her room and opening her closet room wondering what she might wear tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>Christina had moved swiftly to do her mistresses bidding.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 17:05:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; William was busy packing the cart for the trip to Roen and in the hours that had passes since his crushing defeat his mood had not brightened. Christiana stood silently watching in amusement as Sir Ulric's squires kept unpacking the cart as fast as Ulric was putting things in. She cocked her head as she thought she heard the one called Wat call him William. That was odd, but then there was little that wasn't odd about the knight and his entourage. <br><br>&nbsp;She blinked as she suddenly realized she had been staring at Roland and having more than a few unlady like thoughts. She giggled feeling the blush rising to her cheeks. If Jocelyn could have Ulric, then why couldn't she have the squire? He was quite handsome after all. <br><br>at the sound of her giggling Roland turned and almost jumped out of his tunic. He cleared his throat. "Christiana!..Uh...um...Wi- Sir Ulric....Sir Ulric!" He finally got William's attention. "We have a visitor."<br><br>He watched Ctristiana hoping she couldn't see how much he was smitten by her. Her lovely hair, those dark eyes. Why did William get to have all the fun? why couldn't he and Christiana do the same? Alas, what she want with the likes of him? A mere squire?
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:24:18</strong>
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				<br>Christiana smiled and asked, “M’Lady would know the color or your Lord’s tunic.&nbsp; She wishes to dress to match.”&nbsp; She bowed her head when there seemed an argument might ensue.&nbsp; <br><br>But sweet Roland finally answered her, “Green… uhm.&nbsp; Trimmed in a kinda pale green with wooden toggles.”<br><br>“I will tell M’Lady.“&nbsp; Christiana nodded and then curtsied before leaving.&nbsp; &nbsp;She noted how Roland seemed to bow slightly at her and she couldn’t wipe the smile off all the way back to the house.<br><br>The smile was still there when Jocelyn grabbed her and begged for the answers.&nbsp; “Green.”&nbsp; She answered swiftly then took her ladies hand.&nbsp; “You have a beautiful green dress right here…”&nbsp; She smiled and touched the gauzy fabric.&nbsp; “It makes you look like a fairy princess…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 10:18:39</strong>
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				As Roland set about making a new tunic for William, using material from one of their pavilion flaps, Wat and William went in search of an Armorer willing to build him a suit of armor on credit. But, William's thought were mostly on Jocelyn. It helped him forget about Ademar and his armor troubles. Though he did wonder where his herald had wandered off to. <br><br>&nbsp;As they had feared none of the armorers were willing to work on promise of credit, especially form a new knight who hardly had made a name for himself. Eventually one of them suggested he try the Faris, who they learned was a female armorer whom many of them despised, because she had dared take up her late husbands trade after his untimely and early death. <br><br>They found her busy making what looked like a breastplate, though the men exchanged questioning glances. It sure didn't look like it would offer much in the way of protection. "Good day to you M'lady. I was wondering if I might proposition you to build me a suit of armor?"
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				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 14:59:22</strong>
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				<br>The ferrous previously told them she’d not work for free but they did pay her when she mended his armor.&nbsp; In part she did it out of pride since the blacksmiths all thought she was only good for making horse shoes which was beneath them.&nbsp; But it barely paid her expenses lately. <br><br>When William and his men came asking for her help she almost turned them away.&nbsp; But something about this new knight and the loyalty she saw in his men softened her a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, “Your armor you wear, it was not made for you, was it?”&nbsp; She asked, though she knew the answer.&nbsp; “I could make such armor you wouldn’t even know you wore it…”&nbsp; Kate said with perfect confidence.&nbsp; “Just take me as far as Paris..”&nbsp; A woman traveling alone was hard and she’d been attacked more than once in her travels since becoming widowed.&nbsp; Asking for help was not easy for her
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 15:30:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; As she had seen them do in the past the the knight and his squire began arguing over their whether or not to take her up on her offer. At one point the squire called him William. It hadn't been the first time she had heard one of them use that name. Something was definitely going on with this knight, but she sensed that he had a godo heart and the subterfuge was not intended toward evil intentions. finally she had heard enough.<br><br>"Enough!," she shouted to get their attention. "Will you at least agree to test the armor? If you like it then take me with you. If you do not, then there is no harm done."<br><hr><br>Back at the tent Roland as almost finished with William's tunic. As he worked his mind drifted to Christiana. She was so lovely with her long black hair and deep brown eyes. He sighed. Though he was nearly if not more so love stricken as William was, he was also more practical. He knew that a woman like her could never love a man like him. That was his lot in life, but a part of him hoped he might be wrong and he had William to thank for that. William had given all of them hope. Hope that they could all change their stars. For that he loved him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 17:29:21</strong>
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				<br>After waving them away with her hand she went to work determined to show <em> all </em> these men she was worthy of their respect. She’d work all night if she had to but Kate was determined to make a mark.<br><br>Slapping Will on the back, “Now to the dance lessons for tonight‘s dance.”&nbsp; Will rolled his eyes at the idea of learning, but knew he had to.&nbsp; Besides Jocelyn would be expecting it of him.<br><br>Christiana was looking forward to finding another excuse to visit Sir Ulric’s camp.&nbsp; There was one squire she found very charming.&nbsp; His eyes and smile were…enchanting to her.&nbsp; She found she was thinking of him as she did her Lady’s hair…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 14:43:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;After spending what felt like an Eternity trying to learn how to dance it was finally time for the banquet. More nervous than he had ever been and still uncertain of his dancing ability he tugged&nbsp; on the collar of his tunic in irritation. Roland was good with needle and thread, but there was only so much you could do to make a tent flap into a respectable tunic and he felt severely under dressed. and then he saw her and his heart nearly exploded. Her dress was a darker shade of green that matched his tunic almost perfectly. It somehow managed to show off her perfect body while still looking lady like and proper. Her hair was done up in the latest fashionable style straight out of Paris and the golden accessory she used to hold it in place only accented her natural beauty. He knew then and there that Jocelyn was the one. The love of his life, the one woman who he could spend the rest of his life with and never look back and he could only hope she felt the same way.<br><br>After several seconds of simply staring at her he found his voice. "Ah my dearest Jocelyn. Your beauty reminds me of the bible."<br><br><hr><br>In a smaller room away from the nobles Roland sat at a table among his fellow lower class citizens. He loved Ulric like a brother and he was happy with his lot in life, but truth be told he had to admit, at times he was jealous of all that William had accomplished. But not tonight. Tonight his mind was on one thing or rather one person. Jocelyn's chambermaid Christiana. He wondered if she might show up here tonight. It was the only reason he had come. he longed to see her lovely face again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 17:35:25</strong>
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				<br>Jocelyn had gotten there early, which was different for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her usual attitude was also one of aloofness and indifference.&nbsp; But her eyes shown and there was a smile on her face as she awaited the arrival of Ulric.&nbsp; He looked fantastic and she told him so.&nbsp; His hair was even a bit more tame than when he was in tournament.<br><br>He made her feel so different then the other noble men.&nbsp; Like he was interested in <em> ‘her,’ </em> not to have a show piece wife to act perfectly at all social occasions but little more.&nbsp; His smile enchanted her and even though he stumbled with his speech, he spoke with such poetry.&nbsp; Who else would say she reminded him of the bible?<br><br>As the dancing began she was almost ashamed when Ademar tried once more to try and show up Ulric.&nbsp; She’d remembered him saying his opinion of what he called <em> ’poor country knights’. </em>&nbsp; But she saw more admirable qualities in Ulric than all of the riches and glory the count tried to subtly remind others he had.&nbsp; So when Ulric seemed to stumble on the dance floor, she stepped in.&nbsp; It ended up the best time she ever had at one of these Banquets.<br><br>Ademar was stung when instead of looking the fumbling fool Ulric seemed to be the star even with him being Tournament Champion.&nbsp; He was not getting the proper attention a man like him deserved.&nbsp; He would find away to take this newcomer down.&nbsp; And with the sparks between him and the Lady, the count might just know the way…<br><br>Christiana was at the ball in the beginning, even danced a little.&nbsp; But when most were just trying to use her as a back door to her lady she wandered out.&nbsp; She was a little more comfortable with the heralds, squires, drivers, and maid in the back room.&nbsp; She smiled shyly when she spotted Roland.&nbsp; She headed for his table.&nbsp; “May I join you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 10:53:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; As the song finished William took Jocelyn's hand and led her to the buffet table. "Thank thank Jocelyn. That was the most fun I've had in years," he told her and meant it. He placed bits of various foods onto her plate. "Will you be attending the tornement in Roen?"<br><br>He tried not to stare at her, but he found her more beautiful than ever. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. Oh how he yearned to tell her the truth. He so desperatelt wanted her to love William Thatcher not Ulric Von Lichtenstein, but he knew that could never be. She was a noblewoman and the only reason she was with him now was because she thought he was a knight. He promised himself that someday he would be. He would change his stars.<br><hr><br>Roland's eyes grew big as he saw Christiana enter the room. When she asked to join him his jaw dropped and he forgot how to speak. "I...uh....um....Yes...yes of course!" He felt his body growing hotter at the mere thought of sharing a table with her. "How are you tonight M'lady?"<br><hr><br>Outside Count Ademar stood in the shadows seething with barely controlled rage. Who was this Ulric? how dare he try and steel Jocelyn away from him? how dare he think that he could make the count look like a fool and get away with it? He couldn't and Ademar would not allow him to take what was rightfully his. The dark, twisted man smiled as a plan formed in his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 11:45:15</strong>
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				<br>Jocelyn’s eyes went down to the plate and frowned.&nbsp; My father has been recalled to Aquitaine.&nbsp; After the Lagny-sur-Marne, we are returning to court.”&nbsp; She had argued to find a way, but he thought she and her mother would be safer behind palace walls.&nbsp; For once she wanted to stay for the entire tournament season. “So just one more joust and banquet for me.”&nbsp; Jocelyn’s head fell a bit as she fingered some of the food on the plate.<br><br>A blush came over Christiana’s face as she sat next to Roland.&nbsp; “You do not have to be so formal…”&nbsp; Deciding to be a little bold, she took a sip from <em> his </em> drink, “I am much like you.&nbsp; I have my loyalties…&nbsp; But I have my own wants and needs as well..”&nbsp; She placed one hand on his and the other on his knee and moved it up his thigh…
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 10:17:58</strong>
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				A storm of emotions tore through William as he listened to her. This couldn't be happening. He had found the woman of his dreams and now she would be leaving him. He wondered if he could convince her to come with him, to travel with them from event to event, but he knew so dam little about how nobility worked. He would probably need her father's permission, something he would eventually need anyway if things went the way he dreamed they would. Finally he spoke.<br><br>"I see. And is there no way around this?"<br><hr><br>Roland's eyes grew big at her words and the way she so brazenly drank from his cup, bot to mention the way her hand touched him. He didn't know what to do, how to proceed .He had forgotten how to think. suddenly the room was feeling way to hot. "Uh...Wants?..Needs....Is it hot in here? Maybe we should go for a walk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 12:58:01</strong>
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				((I embellished a bit to explain the month they are apart, but you responded brilliantly.&nbsp; Perhaps even can blame Ademar or give him that evil opportunity…))<br><br>“It would seem after speaking with Prince Edward, they believe me and my mother are safer at court in Aquitaine.&nbsp; My mother has insisted that we be able to be at the tournament in Paris next month.”&nbsp; Jocelyn added as a little incentive as he seemed almost defeated at her news.&nbsp; Ulric really did seem to care for <em> her… </em> <br><br><br>Christiana smiled at Roland’s reaction.&nbsp; She just had a feeling he needed a good dose of encouragement to move forward.&nbsp; And she was being <em> very forward. </em>&nbsp; She hoped he was getting the right idea.&nbsp; ”Yes a walk would be lovely.”<br><br>As they wandered the grounds they ended up in the barn.&nbsp; The maid was easily enchanted by Roland.&nbsp; All alone she dropped down on a soft pile of hay and smiled to him, patting the space next to her.&nbsp; “Join me.”&nbsp; He dropped to sit.&nbsp; And before he could utter a word she began kissing him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 10:15:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Then someday I shall have to thank your mother," He smiled trying to lighten the mood. Taking her hand he brought it to his lips and kisses the back of it softly. "I shall win the next tournament for you. My victory will be in your name."<br><br>William could think of no greater honor to bestow upon her. To him it was the perfect gift. He obviously had a lot to learn about a woman's heart. <br><hr><br>&nbsp;Roland could not believe this was happening. As the lovely lady before him led him to the hay pile and proceeded to kiss him he nearly passes out from the shock. Never had he met so forward a woman and he found that he enjoyed it immensely. Her lips were like soft silk upon his as they burned hot, trails of wetness over his quivering mouth. Sometime in between her initiating the kiss and them breaking it he had managed to kiss her back. when she finally pulled away both of them were left breathless. They stared at one another lost in the joy of revealing their forbiddin attraction to one another and then their lips met again, more forcefully, full of passion and desire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 12:25:42</strong>
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				<br>Jocelyn’s smile began to fade as he did as the others do and promise to win in her name.&nbsp; It was an empty promise and she knew it.&nbsp; She’d thought he was different, she removed her hand from his.&nbsp; Bowing her head a moment, she looked back up at him.&nbsp; “You all win for gold, glory and fame; never truly for anyone else.&nbsp; Don’t promise me that.”<br><br><br>As she had predicted, Roland was a great kisser.&nbsp; Once the initial shock of her being so bold wore off, he warmed up nicely.&nbsp; He kissed her breathless.&nbsp; If there hadn’t been the need for oxygen she’d have kissed even longer.<br><br>It seemed an eternity as they caught their breath that he looked down at her.&nbsp; The next time he descended to kiss her there was even more passion as their moths explored one another.&nbsp; Christiana’s hands when first to his back and then to his buttocks, her hips tilting in private invitation
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 12:39:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;"No," he half whispered, half shouted. "Ademar wins only for himself, for the fame. Other knights too. But not I. I am not like the other knights Jocelyn. If I say that I will win for you, then that is what I mean. If you would not have me win for you to prove my love then what would you have me do?" <br><br>&nbsp; <hr><br>Roland was still trying to cope with everything that was happening between him and Christiana. Surely this had to be a dream, for her lips were like an angel's and her body felt like Persian silk upon his fingertips. He whimpered softly feeling her hand squeeze his buttocks and surprised himself when he discovered his own hand had drifted to her perfectly curved ass as well. <br><br>"Am I dreaming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 12:59:54</strong>
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				<br>She stood when he raised his voice.&nbsp; “If you say you love me and truly want to prove it then go against your own nature and wants.&nbsp; Do your <em> ‘worst’, </em> lose…”<br><br><br>“Not a dream my sweet.”&nbsp; She kissed him tenderly letting the kiss deepen, drawing him to her.&nbsp; Her legs spread in quiet invitation as her hips tilted to feel his growing manhood.<br><br>Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes, a hand came up and cupped his cheek.&nbsp; “I want to give myself to you.&nbsp; From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special and there was a connection.&nbsp; Did you not feel it?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 10:31:39</strong>
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				"Lose?" he looked at her incredulously. "That's how you want me to prove my love to you." He turned from her walked a few steps and turned back and pointed his finger at her. "You....you don't understand.&nbsp; I cannot lose."<br><hr><br>Come to think of it he had felt something, but at the time he thought it was just something he hat eaten.&nbsp; Now he knew that it had been love, or at least lust. <br><br>It had been ages since Roland had been with a woman and he feared he might not even remember how, but soon his instincts took over. He kissed her again as his hands groped at the front of her dress trying to undo the ties. His other hand slid down between her legs and began to rub her rather roughly though the material of her skirts and panties. He moaned softly into the kiss.<br><br>"Oh Christiana, I want you."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 14:09:21</strong>
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				<br>A part of her wanted to take back what she had said.&nbsp; But she stood firm as he refused the very idea of losing, of being defeated, even by or for love.&nbsp; She kept her chin up, who knew what the next tournament would bring, he might surprise her once again, as he did everyone.<br><br><br>Christiana might have an shy angelic look on the outside, but she also had a deep sexual appetite.&nbsp; Desire shown in her sensual dark eyes as she looked back at Roland.&nbsp; “I want you too..”&nbsp; Her accent becoming thicker.&nbsp; One of her hands began moving under the his shirt feeling the hot skin under her fingers <br><br>“Take me…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 13:45:03</strong>
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				William glared at her and tried to be angry at her, but he couldn't. Despair clutched his heart trying to choke the very life from it. He could not lose. If he lost he might never get the chance to face Ademar again. And that was something he looked forward to with as much passion as he felt for Jocelyn.<br><br>"You don't understand! Your just a silly girl" As soon as he said it he winced, knowing that it was the wrong thing to say. <br><hr><br>Roland was losing himself is swirling sea of emotion. The gentleman in him wanted to take things slow and romance her, but the eager boy in him was screaming at him to rip her dress from her body and fullfill both of their wildest fantasies. Finally the little boy won.His hands went to the laces of her bodice and tore at them hungrily trying to loosen them. As his desperate fingers undid her ties his lips and mouth explored her neck. He kisses his way down the left side of her soft, sensitive neckline until he reached the fragile curve of her collarbone. He bit down lightly on the protruding bone, and let his lips linger on the spot for several moments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 17:25:18</strong>
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				<br>With the look on Ulric’s face she wasn’t certain if he wanted to slap her or kiss her.&nbsp; But unpredictably he did something that blew her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Jocelyn frowned, “Better a silly girl than a boy with a long stick…”&nbsp; With that she walked off.&nbsp; Her head was held high and proud until she rounded the first tent.&nbsp; Then the sobs and tears flowed as she made her way back to her chambers.<br><br><br>Christiana smiled impishly as she felt Roland’s eager hands fumbling with her garments.&nbsp; But his lips more than made up for it as they gave her shivers roaming over her skin.<br><br>Finally she stopped him, “Let me…”&nbsp; Swiftly she finished with the job if the laces. Standing before Roland, she gracefully took off the dress laying it on the hay.&nbsp; Completely nude she smiled at his shocked face and took the few steps closer to him.&nbsp; <br><br>“You won’t be needing this…”&nbsp; she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it completely off.&nbsp; Smiling at what she saw, she kissed his neck as her fingers ventured to his waistband.&nbsp; “You won’t be needing these either…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 12:51:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; William watched her go, unable to find the words to bring her back. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He loved her, there was little doubt, but she wanted him to do the unimaginable in order to prove his love and that made him hate her. Finally with a hiss he spun and left the banquet hall He was seething as he tore off his tunic and changed into his sleeping wear. As he lay down to sleep he knew it would be a futile effort. He barely noticed that Roland was not in the tent. Had he known what Roland was getting himself into William might have torn the tent down in a fit of jealousy.<br><br>Roland stared up at the woman that was busy removing their clothes. Though not a player by an means, Roland had been with his share of women over the years. none of them had been as aggressive as Christiana. In fact in every case he had been the one to initiate things. It was a wonder, new experience to be with a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. She reminded him of William in that regard. <br><br>Reaching up he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them lightly, before pulling her down and taking her left breast into his mouth. He began to nibble soft bites around the soft, creamy mound before taking her rapidly hardening nipple between his lips and rolling it around with his tongue. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 13:52:13</strong>
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				<br>Jocelyn paced in her bedroom.&nbsp; She’d tried to sleep.&nbsp; But her mind raced.&nbsp; Her father was fixed on Adamar for her but her heart was fixed on Ulric.&nbsp; What was she to do?<br><br>Christiana had the face of an angel.&nbsp; She could look innocent, but inside there was a roaring passion and Roland was getting a taste.&nbsp; She laughed softly as he took her down and began lovingly showing attention to her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;She moaned slightly before her hand roamed down and found his hardening manhood.&nbsp; She lightly stroked it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 09:49:01</strong>
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				William was still awake several hours later. He knew what he had to do. Though it would pain him to do so, He was going to lose. It went against everything he stood for, but he realized that either way he had already lost. Even if he were to become tournament champion he would lose her love. He could live with not winning the joust, but losing Jocelyn would be an unbearable loss.&nbsp; He sighed, relieved to have that burden off his chest. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered where Roland had gone off too. <br><br>Roland's member was like putty in her hands. As she held the semi-rigid shaft it grew to almost double in size and became as hard as a knight's lance. she would be happy to see that although he was above average in both length and girth he was not overly large. Kissing his way back up to her lips he chased her tongue with his own. His hand went to his cock and guided it up between her cleavage and began to titty fuck the wonderful woman beneath him, thick head coming tauntingly close to her lips with each forward thrust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 17:19:17</strong>
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				******************************<br>It was a sleepless night and even her maid and confidant was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; Jocelyn tossed and turned wondering if she had pushed Ulric too far and away from her.<br><br>Christina smiled as Roland boldly moved their position and brought his hard manhood between her breasts.&nbsp; On every few thrusts she let her tongue lash out, getting a little precum juice.&nbsp; But what she really liked was the look on his face as he enjoyed where he was with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:02:11</strong>
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				((I'm going to focus on Roland for now. we need to let some time go by between Jocelyn and William.))<br><br>After a few minutes Roland stopped and slid down her body. His eyes so full of water passion burned into hers as he guided his manhood. to the tight entrance of her womanhood. As the thick head forced her viselike lips apart he paused. Ever so slowly he allowed his long, thick shaft to slip deeper and deeper down her tight tunnel. He could feel every inch of her soft, wet, walls as they clinched against his hot, hard meat. At last he was buried to the hips in her delightful pussy. He moaned softly and looked down at her, not yet thrusting just keeping himself inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:36:21</strong>
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				((Fine with me, Roland and Cristiana need some ‘alone time’…&nbsp; *winks*))<br><br>Cristiana felt her lover move over her and she looked in his eyes, they were filled not loneliness, with passion, but something else.<br><br>But his body moved and got her attention.&nbsp; He was entering her and she arched her back, offering her body to him.<br><br>Her body squeezed him tight but soon juices flowed and she relaxed allowing him entrance.&nbsp; &nbsp; A moan escaped as he entered he was so large and hard, making her moan.<br><br>The intrusion of his large cock made her buck again against him as her hands held his shoulders close. He was so big , but those soft eyes….
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 10:14:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; His mind and even more so that very loud voice that was his desire, screamed at him to take Christiana here and now, to give her a proper fucking. But Roland resisted. He made love to her instead, there on the hay. The strong smell of the dried grass filling their nostrils he rocked in and out of her tight, wet tunnel. His thrusts were deep, but slow. He took her hands in his and entwined their fingers as he raised them over her head. His feet danced with hers as his lips sought hers. All the while his cock filled the tight confines of her pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 15:53:25</strong>
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				<br>Roland was a caring lover.&nbsp; Christiana had predicted it with just his caring attitude towards those he was around.&nbsp; He seemed to be the one who took care of everyone.&nbsp; And those soft warm eyes of his had drawn her in too.<br><br>Her back arched as he traveled deep inside her.&nbsp; Knees came up close to his hips to invite him deeper.&nbsp; &nbsp;One leg came around his hip as he kissed her deeply.&nbsp; She felt the first buildings of her orgasm coming as her hands went above her head, hands entwined with his.&nbsp; She hoped this would not be the last encounter with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 16:23:01</strong>
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				Roland was lost in the moment. His senses were heightened to a pinpoint accuracy. He could smell the hay, the wood of the barn's walls, even the dank fur of the rats that undoubtedly scurried in the darkness. He could feel her warmth radiating from her like hot spring and her passion rolled over him like tendrils of mist. Her moans sounded like a perfectly conducted orchestra her breath like the soft breeze that drifted in off the English channel. He even imagined he could hear the whispered movements of his manhood as it slid through he wet, tropical tunnel. <br><br>He was not sure hoe much longer he could hold out for this beautiful woman, but he vowed to not go down without a fight. As her leg curled around him like a snake constricting its prey he continued the slow rhythmic motion of his hips. His fingers held hers as his mouth chased her warm, ruby lips, eager to taste them again and again and he made love to her until one or both of them reached that glorious peak and toppled over the edge into the sparkling sea of ecstasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 16:47:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>He had plump kissable lips and knew how to kiss for damn sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;And though he was not a slight man he was firm and obviously well endowed and built to satisfy.&nbsp; Christiana felt she had chosen this lover well.&nbsp; He fit her curves perfectly and was the most passion-filled patient lover she’d had, not that there had been many.<br><br>Her hips moved in time with his as though they were dancing a graceful dance.&nbsp; She found herself reluctantly breaking the kiss as she finally needed oxygen.&nbsp; Her head went back and forth on the hay as she peaked, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave.&nbsp; Her eyes teared up a little as she looked into Roland’s warm gaze.&nbsp; Complete ecstasy overcame her as she gasped.&nbsp; Trying not to scream out, her nails dug into the skin on his shoulders.&nbsp; Though there was an apologetic look in her eyes she couldn’t help herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 11:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;This had to be what heaven felt like. If Roland died tomorrow, he would die happy, though he hoped to have many more couplings with this beautiful goddess before his number was up.&nbsp; He could only hope she felt the same way. <br><br>He felt her fingernails digging into his back and knew there would be marks. Marks that would require much explaining on his part. But he didn't care. It felt so wonderful. The burning trail left behind by her nails was like trail of molten passion down his back. and then he felt her climax. The hot, wet tide of her release hammered over his equally hot shaft like waves breaking up a rocky shore. As she came her creamy juices gushing out around his thick cock he gave a long, low growl of pleasure and leaned his head back eyes closing as his body spasmed. With a gasp he came hard, filling her tight, tunnel with his love juice. He came almost a dozen times hid shaft pulsing and writhing inside her as he gave her his seed. <br><br>Finally he looked down at her and as his slowly deflating manhood began to slip from her tight clenching pussy he leaned down and kissed her. "That was.....amazing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 16:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Christiana bit her lips as the orgasms ran through her body.&nbsp; If they were in a private room she’d have screamed.&nbsp; But though she had been bold enough to come to him, feeling drawn, she didn’t want to be discovered.&nbsp; She wanted this to be just theirs for a while. <br><br>Kissing him back, her eyes were darker from their passion but she smiled back at him.&nbsp; “It certainly was…&nbsp; I hope we can…&nbsp; another time…”&nbsp; She said sounding a little more shy and unsure.&nbsp; But she reached and entwined her fingers with his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 12:59:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Roland lay with Christiana for as long as she would allow, holding her close and petting her hair. He breathed deeply of her scent and sighed softly committing it to memory. He let his eyes drift to hers and smiled at her. "I too, hope we might be able to make this a habit. You are so wonderful Christiana." He whispered and then kissed her softly.<br><br>&nbsp;He surprised himself when thought of asking her to be his bride popped into his head. Surely it was to soon! What would she think if she knew he had been thinking such daring thoughts? What about Wat and William? They'd laugh at him and call him a fool. That's what they'd do. No, no, no. it was way to soon to be ringing the chapel bells. But if that were true why did the mere thought of her at his side make him smile?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Knight's Tale (Robguy&amp;Jazz)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jazz</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 13:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>He was the sweetest, gentlest man she’d ever been with.&nbsp; Christiana hadn’t had the easiest or sweetest life.&nbsp; Had been mistreated by men with power over her and her family.&nbsp; At least this time she had chosen her partner and she was pleased.<br><br>Kissing his chest, <em> “You </em> are wonderful…”&nbsp; She returned and kissed him.&nbsp; With a heavy sigh, “I must return to my mistress…”&nbsp; She said with regret written all over her face as she reached for her dress.&nbsp; Getting it back on, her eyes rested gently on Roland.&nbsp; “Have sweet dreams my Prince…”&nbsp; With that she lifted the hood of her cloak and disappeared into the night.<br>
			</dd>
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