A Damsel in Distress aka A Knight's Tale (closed for karnelman and I)

He could tell from the blush of her cheeks that she likely had not seen a man so near naked before. The warmth of her flesh as he took her hand told him even more. Her body had reacted to seeing him with only the barest of covering. His skin was warm and her heart beat had clearly quickened. He knew once wet her undergarment would reveal to him as the sunlight had earlier her supple body. The coolness of the water would surly cause her nipples to harden and peak, pushing the cotton of her under-dress out. Her tits would be displayed almost as if she were naked. As for him, once the tiny briefs that concealed his manhood were wet, they would cling and form to the shape of his cock. As they sat in the sun to dry, both would be as if naked to the other’s eyes. He wondered how she would react then. Would her body betray her mind and modesty? Would she be willing to put aside her upbringing? Would she succumb to desire and give her virginity to her host?

All of that was for later though. He stepped off the shore into the cool waters with the girl in tow. She giggled as the cool water chilled her warm skin. He released her hand and dove forth into the lake. He went deep enough to disappear below the pristine waters of the spring fed pool leaving only the wake from his kick to mark his location. When he pops up he wears a hardy smile. Ringlets of hair hang down and stick to the back of his neck. Droplets of water run down his neck and bead in his chest hair. His looks upon the girl who is still standing tentatively near the shore, not yet waist deep in the delightful water.

“Come join me, m’lady! The water is most refreshing,” He beckons.

Not waiting for her to move, he swam toward her and using his strong arms sent a wave cascading over her still dry bosom. He laughed heartily as the wave soaked the startled girl’s under-dress. He stood up now only waist deep in the water himself and gazed upon her breasts that were clearly visible against the wet cotton fabric.
 
Melisande laughed, watching him dive into the water and dissapear. What an amazing man this dark knight was. Tall, strong, handsome, kind, and he could even swim. As he came up out of the water, her eyes strayed up and down what parts of him she could see and her both reacted further. But to what? Why did her skin feel so hot and why was that heat seeming to radiate from between her legs?

She was about to protest going any deeper into the water when he splashed her. A squeel of surprise left her as the cool water hit her skin and soaked her undergarment. She didn't realise, of course, that this also made her now hardened nipples show clearly through the fabric.

She laughed and leaned down, scooping her own hands into the water before bringing them up quickly, aiming her own small amount of water at him, laughing all the while.

When he seemd to becon her out further, she blushed and looked down shyly. "I dont think going any further would be a good idea, my lord." She crossed her arms over her breasts, as if hugging herself. "I... I cant swim..." she admitted quietly.
 
The big knight laughed heartily at the girl’s efforts to splash him. Hardly a drop of water made it the small distance between them. When she professed to now know how to swim he was perplexed. Where he had grown up everyone was taught to swim as a child. There were many lakes and ponds and drowning was feared. He found it astonishing that anyone could grow to adulthood not knowing how to at least paddle around.

“Well, my lady I shall have to teach you to swim then! We can scarcely have a beautiful young women on the estate that can not fully enjoy all of its pleasures,” He said with a big welcoming grin.

He moved to her and took hold of her hand.

“Don’t be concerned, I will naught leave you and I am by far strong enough to keep you safe, m’lady.”

He led her forward encouraging her to move far enough into the lake so that the cool water lapped at her breasts. Then without warning he took hold of her and lifted her off her feet. He cradled the startled girl in his arms, holding her so that her body was outstretched over the water. He took great care to keep her head above the water as he held her in his strong arms. Of course as is natural for a new swimmer the girl squirmed a bit. Her motions caused some fairly intimate contact between them. Her belly rested on one of Baladyn’s arms while his other arm slipped up closer to her bosom, rubbing lightly against her breasts.
 
She moved slowly out into the water, taking small steps. The higher the water got, the more nervous she became. When it finally hit her breasts, she gasped some as her nipples hardened and goosebumps rose all over her pale flesh. Biting her lower lip, she fought to get used to the feeling of the cool skin, mind on this task rather than where it should have been.

It was thus that he was able to take her off guard so easily, picking her up and eliciting a surprised scream from her lips. She squirmed, of course, and arched her neck at an awkward angle in an attempt to keep it above the water. Her breathing was quick, shallow, panicked, and even as she squirmed in an affort to regain her footing, her body twisted.

This way and that, she kicked her feet and brought her tiny hands up to grab at his arms and shoulders, instinct taking over. She wanted nothing more than to be clinging to him, keeping her head as far above the water as possible.

Doing all that to change her position without warning would turn out to be a bad idea.
 
She was squirming and thrashing about so that even the big knight was having difficulty holding on to her. He lost his balance and fell to one knee due to struggling to hold onto the frightened. As he regained his feet he had to grab the material of her soaked underdress to keep her above water. The cotton fabric tore a bit exposing one of her breasts. His hand grazed her hard nipple as he pulled her to him to keep her head from going under. Not worrying about her exposed tit, the girl grabbed him around the neck and held tight.

“Well, I guess that is enough swimming lessons for now,” He said chuckling.

As he carried toward shore she wrapped her legs around him. She seemed oblivious to her exposed breast. He easily carried her all the way to the shore and back to the grassy area. He laid her down and stood over her, unashamedly admiring the beauty of her nearly exposed body. Her chest heaved from the exhilaration of the swimming lesson. Both her covered and uncovered tit bounced with the movement to the delight of the knight. The wet dressing gown clung to all of her curves and he could even see the dark hair surrounding her sex clearly. The view caused his cock to stir in his now clinging underpants. Though only partially erect his bulge already looked huge in the tight confines of the skimpy, wet covering.
 
The was whimpering, struggling, and soon she had what she wanted. Her arms found their way around his neck, as did her long shapely legs. She clung to him, certain that like this she was safe from drowning. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breath came in short, ragged pants.

She didn't notice, at first, that the undergown had ripped, and that one of her full, perky young breasts had fallen into view.

She didn't let go of him until they were safely out of the water and he leant down to lay her on the grass. Only then did she notice that her breast was in view, as a cool brease moved over it, bringing the nipple to harden once more. A gasp left her lips at the feeling and she looked down, eyes widening some as she realised she was exposed to his eyes.

Her arms came up to cross over her chest, one hand tugging the material of her underdress back over her breast in an effort to cover it. A deep blush was coloring her cheeks as she looked away, somewhat ashamed that he'd been able to see so much. Such was not the behavior befitting a proper lady.
 
He watched as she attempted to hide her exposed breast from his view. He saw her embarrassment in the color of her cheeks and her cast away eyes. He felt for her. He did not want to nor think she should feel shame.

“My lady there is no shame in our bodies. No doubt your duchess has taught you that flesh is to be hidden. Look at me, I stand her completely unashamed, nearly naked. I feel no indignity or discomfort. It is natural that we should be comfortable in our skin. I for sure think no less of you because I have seen the sight of beautiful supple body. I would in fact never think you other than a lady, even were you to have bathed with me as nature intended. There is no more shame to be felt than if you had bared your breasts for a child to suckle; a practice quite common amongst the people of my lands,” He said sincerely.

Then to her surprise he lay down beside her and began to run his fingers through the wet tangles of her hair.
 
Despite his words, she was still flustered, arms still clasped over her chest in a self-concious manner. Goosebumps rose over her skin as the air flowed over the wet fabric of her undergown, only to soon fade as the sun warmed it. She lifted her eyes, watching as he neared her, moving to lay beside her.

Her blush deepened as he came closer, but soon his fingers were in her hair, running through the sable tresses in a most comforting manner. A soft shuddering sigh left her lips as she lay there, enjoying the attention dispite herself.

She shifted her arms, tugging the fabric of the underdress back over her full breasts before she lowered her arms. Generous cleavage was still in view, but she had covered her nipples. Turning her head some, she nuzzled into the warmth of his palm, enjoying the feel.
 
He took her reaction to his touch as an invitation to press his advance. He slid his hand down to her neck. His fingers lightly stroked her soft skin as he brought his lips to her lips. He kissed he lightly, just brushing her full warm lips with his as he moved his hand lower and began to caress her exposed shoulder.

“You are very beautiful, Melisande. You stir within me deep desires,” He whispered before taking her lower lip between his lips.

His fingers moved lower. He toyed with the edge of the torn material that barely covered her hardening nipples. He slipped his tongue out to taste her. He traced the crease between her soft lips with the tip of his tongue, seeking entrance. She jumped under as he pulled down the thin material of her under-dress fully exposing her breasts. He cupped one of her voluptuous tits in his palm. He felt the lust boiling within him. His growing manhood stretched the fabric of its undersized covering.
 
She gasped slightly as his lips found hers, returning the kiss with her own gentle carressing of the lips. She wasn't sure what she was doing, or even how to do it. Where to start? Was this right? She was sure this was all horribly indecent, but if it was... why did it feel so good? So right?

The duchess had never taught her such things, intending her to stay a maid until she was old and grey, and then probably until her dieing days thanks to the fact that no man would want her at that age.

His hand found her breast and she gasped audibly against his lips, and soon her own hands were on his chest, though they were pushing him back some, one of them soon falling to his arm in an effort to remove his hand from her person.

She broke the kiss, whispering breathlessly. "N-no... please... this isn't proper..."
 
“Proper? What do you know of what is proper? You former mistress raised you to believe things were improper to suit her purposes!” He barked as he stood and paced around the girl.

“She wanted you to remain pure until pussy dried and was useless. To her you were nothing but servant. You would faithfully serve her without interference of your own needs if she taught you not to have needs!”

He stood over her with his hard cock fully outlined against the skimpy fabric of his codpiece. Kissing and touching her had aroused him and his hunger would be satisfied one way or the other. He wanted her to give herself to him willingly, but she would not be the first reluctant wench he had taken if it came to that.

“You are in my land now and I will naught lie to you about things proper and not proper. It is proper for a man and woman to enjoy the company of each other. It is proper for them to lie together naked. It is proper for them to share carnal pleasures when it is what they both want. I saw in your eyes your desire. I confess to you mine own desires,” Said earnestly as he reached for the waistband of his small undergarment intending to reveal his engorged manhood.
 
She watched him as he paced around her, her hands holding the ripped fabric of her undergown over her breasts, a blush coloring her cheeks. It felt as if he were yelling at her. As if her denying him her body were wrong in some way. She'd always been told that it was improper to share her body with a man before marriage, but no man had ever professed the want to marry her.

Of course, that had never bothered her... until now. He spoke of how her mistress had taught her what to believe and how to think to suit her purposes. Had she really intended to leave her an old maid with no husband to care for her in her old age?

Her eyes left his and she found herself looking out over the lake in thought. Then he began to speak again. She was in his lands now and he wouldn't lie to her... Well... he hadn't lied to her yet... why would he start now?

Blue eyes lifted to take him in even as he began to bare himself. Her heart beat faster in her chest, and her breathing quickened as a blush colored her pale cheeks. He came into view and her eyes went wide at the sight of him. So this is what a man looked like beneath his clothes? But.. that thing was huge!

Her mind raced and she felt panicked. What did he plan to do with that? Unable to think or say a word, she only lay there and stared up at him, eyes darting from his manhood to his face.
 
He stood over the confused young woman completely naked as if displaying his hard cock for her approval. He smiled as he looked down at her. The look on her face somewhat surprised him. Clearly she was not only a virgin but also had never even seen a man’s cock.

“Girl am I to believe my eyes? Have you naught ever seen a man unclothed before? Did you never attend to your mistress’s husband or sons? I know the foolish duchess for reasons of her own told you to remain virginal was proper, but to not even allowed you to see a man. I assure there is not a maid in my realm whose eyes have been so veiled,” He asked not really expecting her to answer.

“Now, perhaps you will stand and shed that garment you clutch to your breasts so that we will be equal and I can look upon you as you are so obviously looking upon me?”
 
She hesitated, lips moving slightly as if she were going to say something, but instead she only looked away, a dark blush coloring her cheeks. She felt like a fool, the way he was talking. Like she was supposed to know all this when she had never been taught differently.

Finally, at his request, her eyes still diverted, she stood. Tiny hands gripped the fabric of her underdress and began to tug it up and off, over her head before dropping it to the ground beside her in a sodden heap.

And there she stood, bare as the day she was born, body free for this man's viewing. She was still looking away and even as she stood there, she blushed again, feeling embarrassed by her state of undress.

Pale, creamy skin had a soft glow in the warmth of the mid day sun, full round breasts were tipped with rosey pink nipples, and the thatch of hair that covered her sex was dark and curly, small droplets of water from the lake still clinging to it a bit.
 
The great knight was pleased that she gave in and freely exposed her beautiful body to his eyes. He smiled at her as he watched her cheeks go rosy with embarrassment. It had been many years since he had known such innocence and instinctively he knew he would reward her innocence with choice. He moved forward and took the girl in his arms, enveloping her nude body in a bear-like hug. Their flesh came together as he gently pulled her face to his chest and caressed her still damp hair. His fully engorged manhood twitched as it rubbed along her skin. He bent his head and softly kissed her ear and then ran his tongue around the curlicue ridges before whispering to her.

“You are a beautiful and sweet girl. Thank you for showing me all of your beauty. I want for you to be proud of your body, fore you are a great prize and thy flesh is treat for mine eyes. As even so chaste a soul as you must know from the condition of my manhood, I want you with a great fervor. I want you to know that I will naught take anything you do not wish to give. Please come and lie with me and let me give you the pleasures only a man can give to a woman. If you want to stop with your maidenhood whole, I will accede to your wish, my lady. If however, as I suspect your body tells you what I already know to be true, that the duchess lied and there is nothing wrong in the pleasures of the flesh, I pledge to take you gently to womanhood.”

He lifted her face and kissed her warm, quivering lips softly.
 
It was as if she'd been swept away on some warm current to another land, standing there feeling the warmth of his body against her cool, satin skin. She allowed him to draw her close, and returned his kiss with her own, her hands timidly lifting to rest against his chest, fingers running gently through the hair there. She said nothing to respond to his questions, wasn't sure she could, to be honest. All she knew was how good it all felt and that she wanted to explore this feeling further. With him there to be the gentle guide, she knew instinctively that nothing could go wrong.

Still, she did quiver in his embrace, returning his kiss with her own gentle ones, trying to let her actions speak for her.
 
The knight lifted the trembling naked maiden into his arms. He carried to the blanket she had laid earlier for their picnic. It was a far different feast he had in mind at that point. He laid her upon the blanket and kissed her lips softly as he knelt at her side. He kissed her cheek and then her neck. He lavished her silky neck with tiny soft kisses and gentle teasing licks. His hands began to caress her tingling flesh as his lips mover to the curves of her shoulders. He lay beside her as he moved lower. He caressed and kissed her heaving breasts. He licked and suckled her hard nipples.

Moving still lower her nipped and kissed the flesh of smooth taught belly. He nuzzled the still damp tuft of hair that guarded her most intimate area. He nudged her thighs open tenderly and then spread her hot, moist, puffy pussy lips with his fingers. The folds of flesh surrounding flower was red with excitement. He kissed her sex and then began to explore the cleft with his tongue. He licked her glistening slit from end to end, teasing both her clit and rosebud. On each pass he dipped into her special opening, tasting her juices. The tip of his tongue insistently pushed into the small opening in the guardian of her virginity.
 
She smiled shyly as he lifted her, and said nothing as he moved to the blanket. A soft sigh left her full lips as he began tracing kisses over her body. She was in a state of euphoria as she lay there, eyes closing and tiny hands drifting to his head, sliding through the dark hair there.

Then, seemingly without further ado, he was spreading her legs, moving between them, and his hands were on her most private of areas. She gasped at first, then a long, low moan left her lips as his tongue moved over her. "Ohhh..." half surprise and half pleasure.

She couldn't believe how good it felt. Couldn't believe that something like this could possibly be a bad thing. It felt like heaven on earth. Her blue eyes opened and she lifted her head, looking down at him as he pleasured her with his mouth.
 
Baladyn felt the girl’s body responding to his caress of her body encouraging him to continue to explore her sex. He pushed a finger inside her stretching open the small gap in her maidenhood as he suckled upon the puffy flesh of her pussy lips. He gently slid his finger into her taking care not to tear her virgin opening. He knew soon enough he would tear her open fully with his thick shaft. He wanted her only to know pleasure from his touch. He knew there were many women for whom the pain of having their virginity taken ruined them as lovers.

He pulled his finger from her wet, quivering canal as he swirled his tongue over the hard nub that had emerged fully from its hood. She squirmed and emitted the enticing sounds of sexual bliss. He knew he had her in the grip of passion. He moved from his kneeling position to lie beside her. He pulled her unto her side and continued to lap at her juicy sex. In this new position his throbbing cock was only inches from her face. His foreskin had pulled back and his large bulbous head was fully exposed. A drop of sticky fluid filled the small hole in the tip of his cock. Knowing she had no idea of what to do he flexed his hips moving his cock forward. The head softly grazed her cheek as he once again pushed his finger gently into her virgin passage.
 
She gave a cry of surprise as his finger pushed into her, stretching her open around it. A pant left her and her body shuddered, hips flexing slightly up toward his mouth and hand, only for her to whimper and pull them back, feeling his finger press inadvertantly against her virginal barrier.

Then he turned her onto her side and she was left holding one leg up slightly so as not to deny him access to the sweet folds of her sex. Her eyes were closed at first, but soon opened as his manhood brushed against her silken cheek.

They moved to land on the sight of his cock and she hesitated at first, but soon she took the hint and her mouth opened, taking him into it. She suckled gently on just the head though, one hand holding the base of his shaft so that it wouldn't move too much.
 
She had one leg up, exposing herself fully, clearly wanting more attention. He happily gave her that attention, licking and sucking her hot, wet, pink flesh. His cock twitched and jerked as her soft lips touched him. He knew she was a virgin and could tell from the hesitant way she took the head of his cock between her lips she knew nothing of pleasuring a man. As he swirled his tongue around her quivering clit he thrusted forward gently causing more of his cock to slide past her lips. He continued to lick her lustfully as he very tenderly fucked her willing mouth with just a little more than the head of his engorged cock. Though he had no intention of doing so she gripped the base of his cock tightly to prevent him impaling her throat as she allowed him to gently fuck her face. He enjoyed the feel of her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft as his sensitive glans move back and forth over her soft lips.

He pushed a finger inside her tenderly being careful not to tear her maidenhood as he breached the small slit nature provided. His tongue continued its assault of her clit as his finger caressed the walls of her previously untouched pussy. She squirmed but offered no protest as her flowing juices began to drip from his beard. He loved the taste of her sweet virgin sex and lapped at her as if her juices were life sustaining. He wanted to give her climax before her climbed atop her and took her virginity.
 
Her breathing became more ragged, body twitching and squirming a bit more as time went on and he continued his attentions on her sex. She was moaning around his shaft as she sucked on him, her attentions becoming a bit more responsive. Her lips sealed around him a bit more and she gave firmer suckle upon him, her head bobbing back and forth before long to prevent him from having to thrust into her mouth.

Meanwhile, her sex was becoming more and more wet, juices dripping from her to cling to the curly hair of his beard. Her free hand moved down without real thought to find his hair, tangling her tiny fingers in it slightly as she gave louder and more insistant moans around his member. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, but it felt so good she really didn't care.
 
He pulled back withdrawing his cock from her soft caressing lips. He knew if she continued to suckle his manhood his seed would soon flow into her belly. Though he had no issue with climaxing in that manner, he wanted her virginity. He wanted to feel the tightness of her previously un-pierced sex wrapped around him as he released his seed. Her insistent fingers in his hair, the shudders of her delicate body and the soft erotic sounds of her moans told him she was near to apex herself.

He pushed her unto her back and moved to his knees. Kneeling over her quivering sex her spread and lifted her legs. Her pussy was laid bare and wide open. He lowered his mouth to her tingling loins again. He rubbed his nectar soaked beard over her engorged pussy lips. He spread the pink folds and licked her silky glistening slit. He once again found her clit and lapped at her little excited button. Her smell and taste was driving him wild. He wanted her; wanted to fill her; wanted to break through her maidenhood. But first he wanted to drink the creamy juice that would come with her climax.

Even though he knew he would bring her some pain when he broke past her guardian and impaled her virgin pussy he wanted her to know that carnal mating was pleasurable. He wanted the elation of her climax to mask the assault of his tearing away her virginity. His entire body shook with desire and anticipation as he devoured her sex.
 
She was panting, writhing, and didn't have the strength to argue with him moving her body even if she'd wanted to(which she didn't). As he spread and lifted her legs, she found herself looking down at him as he lowered his face to her sex. A whimper and shudder left her as he rubbed his beard over her sex, and her fingers gripped at the ground on either side of her.

There was a pressure building up deep inside of her... a growing warmth unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was wonderful and frightening at the same time, the sheer power she felt behind it scaring her slightly. "What... what is happening to me?" she panted between moans, body writhing, hips pushing up against his mouth gently.

There was a light sheen of sweat clinging to her fair skin now, but she didn't notice. She knew only the feel of his mouth, that wonderfully frightening tension forming in her gut...
 
"What... what is happening to me?"

He raised his face from her sex just long enough to speak to her plaintive cry.

“Sweet girl, it is the passion and the joy of love making that rises in you. Do not fight it embrace it. Let it envelop you,” He panted.

He lowered his mouth to her quivering loins again. No longer caring if he broke her flesh he slipped a finger deep into her tingling pussy as he licked and sucked her throbbing nub. He sought the secret spot within her that he knew would send her body into spasms of pure joy. His finger tightly gripped in the slim opening of her maidenhood rubbed along the satin wall of her moist tunnel. His tongue lavished her clit with gusto. His cock ached to be inside her, yet he refused the insistent desires of his body. He would not brake her virginity until she was enraptured in the pleasure of climax.
 
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