Knight and a Lost Lady (closed for HeartofCourage)

[Nordican]

At the royal tournament at the capitol city of Beldin.

Alyce was tired but she tried not to let it show on her face. To show that she was tired was the first step to showing weakness and this last knight didn’t need to know that she was thinking she was weak. She narrowed her eyes as it was only two of them left, flicking her eyes over his armor as she looked for any point that she could attack easily.

She would let him make the first move and then she could counter. It was easier that way in her exhausted condition. Go on the offensive and then take him unawares. Oh, yes, she had plans of winning this most definitely. The crowd might not like it, but she certainly would.

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Devlan Whitearm watched the woman he had met earlier continued her valiant battle. He was posted up along the fence outside of the melee area and his body was a bit pained itself from his recent joust. But it didn't stop from watching Alyce Hill in her fight.

The knight she fought seemed intent to end the battle as well and stormed forward with a swift stab followed by a upward sweep of his blade to try to catch her in the helmet and perhaps send her off her feet.

 

[heartofcourage]

The last knight in the melee attacked her with a swift motion. Alyce dodged backwards to miss his strike but she couldn’t miss the upward sweep of his blade. The clang as it hit her in the helmet sent her sprawling to the dirt. She spun out of the way as he tried to take a final swipe, her breath coming in sharp pants.

He was closing in as she tried to get distance between them. Her eyes trained on his movements, watching his motion and trying to decide what the best course of action would be. He was heavy handed when it came to attack, leaving himself open on the left. She would strike there. With the mace in her hand, she swung fast and vicious to the unguarded side, her eyes squeezing shut at the sound of metal meeting metal. She prayed that it would be enough because she feared that she had nothing left to give.

 

[Nordican]

It was safe to say that Alyce's opponent either never saw the attack or he was just too slow to do anything about it. There was a crunch of metal on metal as his armor dented inward and then he was tossed to the ground. The man didn't make any move to get up but he was still breathing if a bit painfully.

There were cheers and laughs at the man all around. Some in particular jeered at him for being beaten by a woman but Devlan Whitearm was not one of them. When he had met Alyce Hill earlier he had been captivated by her beauty and her charm and now he saw her strength as well. She seemed to take to the mace quite naturally and Devlan was glad to see her unharmed for the most part. The two had made a note that he would return the faith and favor she had placed upon him during the joust and he had a singular purpose as to how the two would relish the event.

The secret letter that she had entrusted into his person tugged at his mind but he felt it would be a disservice to the trust she had showed in him to open it up. Though as he watched her being proclaimed the winner he couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of curiosity.

 

[heartofcourage]

As the knight went down, Alyce stay still on her back, listening to the roar of the crowd as she tried to gain her breath. She’d won? Her heart soared at that thought as a man approached to help her to her feet. Those in the crowd might see her as a novelty, but the truth was that she’d defeated some of the best knights of the greatest families. It put a grin on her face as she swept off her helmet and bowed towards the nobles gathered.

She turned towards the fence where the other knights were gathered and she caught Devlan’s eyes, grinning at him as she bowed to them as well. She was a no name from a lesser house, a woman at that, but she’d been trained to win. They could all learn a lesson from her. She wasn’t done yet either. She still had the rest of the melee to win as well as the archery contest. No, they hadn’t heard the last of Alyce Hill yet.

She exited the arena, greeted by eager squires who wanted to help her. She shooed them off, placing her shield with the rest of her equipment as she heard someone approaching her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Devlan and she couldn’t help the flip her stomach did at the sight of the strong knight approaching.

“Does this mean that I owe you a favor now as well, sir knight?” She asked him, shaking out her long blonde hair from its tightly bound knot.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan smiled at her words while she let her hair flow freely. He nodded to her slowly and walked with her back towards the tents. "I would never presume anything upon you my Lady." Devlan said with a wry grin as he looked over the beautiful warrior woman walking beside him.

"You proved yourself quite the valiant fighter in that round. I will have to watch out when the two of us cross blades out there." Devlan admitted, still quite surprised by the skill that she had shown against the other combatants.

 

[heartofcourage]

“You’ll have to watch out that I don’t beat you, sir knight.” She said with a wide grin as they walked through the tents until they reached hers. “Come on in.” She said, pushing aside the flap and stepping inside, waiting for Devlan to follow her.

She started stripping off her armor, sighing as the weight came off. She was sore, but it would pass. She kept glancing over at him as he watched her intently and she grinned. It didn’t matter if a woman was stripping off a gown or her armor, a man would always pay close attention.

“Do you still have the letter I gave you?” She asked, placing her armor in a pile to be polished for later.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan watched her as she slowly removed pieces of her armor right in front of him. He was a bit surprised at her comfort in removing pieces of her clothing right in front of him but he didn't mind it. Nodding to her he removed the letter she had given and slowly extended it out to her.

"Of course." Devlan said and looked over her armor and the few assorted belongings that decorated her tent.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Thank you for holding it for me.” She said as she took the letter from his outstretched hand. She tucked the folded piece of parchment into the pocket of her tightly fitted pants and then watched as Devlan looked around her small tent. He was a handsome man, she thought, but more importantly he could help her.

“Might I ask that you accompany me to a tavern at the edge of the tournament this evening, Devlan?” She asked him, her hands resting on her hips as she watched him turn back towards her. “I must tell you that it might not be something that you want to be caught up in but I would feel better if I had another person with me.”

 

[Nordican]

Devlan took a moment to consider her proposal and then nodded after a fashion. He had just met Alyce not more than hour ago but he saw some good potential from staying in the woman's presence. His eyes looked over her features and he found himself wondering how those lips would taste on his.

"Of course my lady. We've only just met and I'd hate to see you caught up in something alone if I could have helped." He said took a step forward.

"But that is for tonight and you have some time before the next match. I was curious to see if there was any other favor we may ask of one another." Devlan asked with a bold tongue and a small glint in his eye.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alyce was taken back by his bold words, but she didn’t let it show on her face. She stared at the man before her and a slow grin crossed her features. He was testing her, teasing her, and she was ready to match wits with the handsome knight.

“Well, sir, there are a number of things we could do to favor one another.” She said as she stepped towards him, her body a few inches away from his. She reached out and boldly touched his chest, her fingers tracing down over the muscle that she found there. “But one had to be bold enough to ask.”

 

[Nordican]

Devlan smiled back to Alyce. His eyes looked down to watch the finger she placed on his chest and his smile grew a bit wider.

"Very well. Would my lady like to see just how generous Whitearm men can be to the women who catch their affection?" He asked but did not move to hold her. If he wanted he might be bold but she had asked for the question and he did not mind dancing to her wishes as her finger explored his chest.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alyce grinned at Devlan and laughed softly at his words. He was a handsome man, one that had probably had a number of women in his time, but she was still intrigued and charmed. Her finger turned into two turned into her palm as she pressed it against his warm chest.

“Have I caught your affection, Sir Devlan?” She asked him, her bright eyes turning up towards his as a smile played with the corners of her lips. “Perhaps I would like to see just how generous you could be. Then I might see it fit to go easy on your during the melee.”

 

[Nordican]

Devlan smiled to her as he saw her hand rest on his chest. Moving forward he closed the distance between them so that her hand was slowly and gently wedged in between him. He could just smell the sweat from her battle lingering on her. His from the jousting was already cold but he welcomed the scent all the same as he looked at her. Then slowly his left hand moved to her side as he leaned forward letting his lips brush against hers before he leaned a minute inch more to press his lips fully to hers.

For a long moment he held her there and then his lips finally parted. "My lips sought the taste of your the moment my eyes found you amongst the tents."

Devlan said and his right arm slowly reached up to caress her neck as he looked at her.

 

[heartofcourage]

The way that Devlan pulled her close, Alyce felt as if he really cared for her. She had never had a man hold her like that before Then his lips pressed fully to hers and she sighed, her eyes closing as he took from her and made her beg for more. Her fingers curled in his shirt, tugging as he stole a small piece of her heart.

She was panting as he ended the kiss, their lips finally parting as he whispered his confession to her. She looked up into his eyes, a smile on her lips as he caressed her neck with his large hand.

“I believe, Sir Devlan, that there is most that your lips sought to taste than just my lips.” She wiggled her hips against his, feeling the hard ridge of flesh that pressed against her belly so intimately.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan felt her hands tugging at his shirt and felt more heat travel to his loins as they remained close together. He chuckled when Alyce wiggled her hips against him rubbing up her body right onto his cock in quite the enticing movement.

He leaned in a bit closer and rest his hands on her sides contemplating if he should just cut her out of her clothes or slowly take his time. "Why you are a wicked one my lady." He said with a cunning smile at her words having a feeling that she wouldn't mind any place that his lips explored on her body.

His fingers slowly moved down to rest on her hips and he leaned in to kiss her neck slowly and spied a bench that might serve both their purpose and their needs. His hands then moved up slowly but surely onto the laces of her shirt.

"My lips are indeed adventurous devils. Their wants seem to always get me into trouble as well." He said and pulled the first not lose opening up her shirt slowly as he let his breath gently warm her neck as he looked at her.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Not wicked, sir. Simply one that knows what she wants.” Alyce says, grinning at the handsome man before her as his fingers moved to her hips and he leaned in to kiss her neck.

She sighed, her head tipped back to provide him access. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back as he started to undo the laces of her shirt. She shivered as his fingers met bare flesh. He was going slow, making her wait, and if it was one thing that Alyce wasn’t, it was a patient woman.

She squirmed as she stood there before him, her pale flesh exposed with each knot that he loosened. The breath on her neck made her skin prickle and she could feel her nipples hardening tightly beneath her tunic.

“It seems that other pieces of you want as well, sir.” She took his wrists, moving his hands from her tunic ties to press against the gentle swell of her breasts, letting him feel her hard nipples beneath the fabric. “I want as well.”

 

[Nordican]

Devlan grinned at her slyly as she gripped his hands and pulled them up to her breasts. They felt warm and inviting even guarded by her tunic and he realized that she was in deed a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and yet the thought of teasing her for just a little while longer was too hard too give up.

He felt her nipples poking at him and he stepped closer rubbing his hardon directly against her own sex before he kissed her lips again hard. His fingers found her stiff nipples and rubbed them through the fabric before his hands slipped inside of her tunic and rubbed the full flesh itself. For a time he let his fingers move freely before he quickly pulled the rest of the knots free and began eagerly working at removing her tunic from her upper body.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alyce let out a soft breathy moan as his erection rubbed against her. She parted her legs beneath the pressure, a delicious warmth spreading through her body as his fingers rubbed her stiff nipples. She cried out in pleasure, squirming in his arms as he slipped his hands inside her tunic and cupped her bare breasts. His hands were warm and seared her flesh in the most delicious way.

Before she knew it, she stood bare chest before him, her tunic thrown to the floor as he pulled the fabric from her body. Her pink nipples stood atop firm breasts. They were begging for his attention and she looked up at him with needy eyes. Taking his wrist, she led him towards her small cot, lying down on the soft surface and waiting for him to follow.

“I believe, Sir Devlan, that it’s time to let those devious lips play.” She said in a quiet voice, her thighs pressing tightly together to give herself the pressure that she so desperately wanted.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan looked at her as she lay there half exposed on the small cot. He felt his cock stiffen and grinned eagerly as her legs squirmed as if there was a fire brewing in her nethers that only he could sate.

Devlan pulled off his own overshirt and tunic simply exposing his firm lean chest. He was largely unscarred save for a few recent bruises from the jousting but as a archer and ranger primarily his body was sharply honed.

Moving forward he let his hand move up her legs and he pulled them apart sternly. Smiling up at her he leaned forward kissing at her neck and then up to her lips before he moved a hand to start pulling quickly at the knots of her pants. He moved faster than with her shirt and slowly released the tension of her pants. Then with a sly smile he began pulling them down and felt his cock throb seeing the signs of her blonde hair as it was revealed above her sex. With a simple lick of his lips he descended down smelling the scent of her arousal before he licked her folds once, twice and more as he held her legs apart.

 

[heartofcourage]

Her eyes scoured over his well muscled chest, her stomach doing a strange flip as her mouth went dry. She shivered as he pulled her legs apart with his strong hands and kissed her neck until she whimpered. The strong woman that had just won the melee round was gone, replaced by a quivering mass of needy flesh.

The moment he pulled her pants free from her smooth legs, she parted her thighs for him, letting him see the wet pink folds that were hidden beneath a thatch of white blonde fleece. His smile was one of a predator that was circling his prey and as he pulled her legs further apart, she gasped.

His nose was a scant inch from her folds, his tongue stretching forth to lick her folds once, twice, three times until a hot moan burst from her lips. Her nipples tightened and her fingers gripped the soft covers on the cot. Her hips lifted in offering to her conquering hero.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan grinned for a moment as he held his audience well and enthralled. His tongue was eager to taste more of her juices as he felt his cock throb in his pants while his hands held her legs and held them firmly but not too stern.

He always knew that every woman liked to be pampered a little and he'd found treating their most intimate points with a skilled and firm tongue was always a good opening flurry. His tongue worked with quick direct licks and the occasional thrust as the knight and when he felt her shift her hips up more to offer herself up to him he let his tongue slide up to play over the pearl of flesh right under the hood of her folds as he held her legs wide.

 

[heartofcourage]

Each quick lick of his tongue had Alyce whimpering in need. It only seemed to inflame her flesh more, the dew collecting on her lips as he speared his tongue deep within her pink folds. When his tongue moved to swipe across her pearl of pleasure, Alyce jumped on the bed, a loud cry issuing from her lips as he held her legs wider apart.

“Oooo!” She cooed to him, her fingers clawing at the bed beneath her as her thighs and body trembled around him.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan reveled in hearing the little coos coming from Alyce. There was a gleam in his eyes as his fingers held her smooth light flesh and he returned his attention back down to her folds and dug in once again. The nectar released from her nethers was quite pleasing and he felt his cock throb again. Pulling back he smiled at her and moved forward over her so that he was on top of her on the cot.

Looking down he observed the lady below him and slowly leaned in kissing her while rubbing his hard crotch against her wetness.

 

[heartofcourage]

Every stroke of his tongue had Alyce seeing stars. She squirmed and moaned as he teased her mercilessly. Never had a man made her feel the things that she was feeling right then. Besides a few quick lays, she was pretty inexperienced when it came to pleasure and sex. It seemed that Devlan was intent on teaching her.

As he crawled over the top of her, pressing his hard crotch against her wetness, she sighed when she felt the gently pressure of his lips against her. She tasted her wetness and blushed, moaning at the action of sharing such an intimate moment with him. She raised her hips and rubbed up against him, the ridge of flesh between his legs making her shiver in anticipation.

 

[Nordican]

Devlan felt the warmth of her cheeks just reaching him as he kissed her. More inviting of course was feeling when Alyce's legs rose up against his hardened cock sending tendrils of pleasure driving through his body. Resting a hand on her check he nipped at her bottom lip for a moment before he reached a hand down to start tugging down his undershorts revealing a long hard cock with just a drip of precum dribbling down from it's crest.