Knightly Affections VIII
Sir John had retreated to his chamber early that evening. The events of the day were exciting enough to have worn him out. The strenuous work he and the his compliment of men had put in to install the new gate, the planning of a feast, seeing his Prince for the first time in days, the moment on the balcony when he could not catch his breath and then the feast itself left John without an ounce of energy remaining. sleep, despite his lustful thoughts about an evening with Daniel, was what he needed.
He had slept deeply. Once again he dreamt of Daniel's sweet tender kisses and light caresses. The sighs and moans as John had pleasured his Prince. The dream had been so vivid. Instinct had taken them both over. The need for Daniel to make love to John was clear to them both. And they acted upon those instincts.
Awaking early, John dressed and made for the courtyard to provide instructions to his men about preparing for the hunt which would follow Sunday services. Orborous, as well as his own steed, would be readied at the appropriate time. The first of many gifts to be given to Daniel today was inspected by John and then stowed away until later. This day was going to be a very good one indeed. John could feel it.
Daniel stood by his bed and stretched again. His heavy endowment swung lazily over full testicles. The morning air cascaded over him and he began to feel himself fill out a bit. Looking down he watched as his cock began to lift.
“Not NOW!” thought Daniel. “I can't be distracted!”
But his manhood had a mind of it's own. A hunger. A desire. Without touching himself, his shaft thickened, the tip swelled and then started to lift upwards. His eyes closed briefly, the room faded away and the vision of John appeared. John was sitting before him on the edge of the bed, lips securely around Daniel's cock. Daniel could watch himself vanish and then reappear from his knight's mouth. He could feel himself push forward as John slid down. There was that feeling: the churning and fire from his loins as his release became imminent. He spurted across John's tongue delivering an enormous volume of semen into John's mouth.
Eyes open. Looking down again. His cock twitching,begging for attention.
“I am late. Very, very late,” he thought.
Quickly he tugged on his clothes and the necessary adornments of his position. It took all of his will-power to ignore his excitement and it was torture as he wrapped his hand around his solid shaft to tuck it in and, hopefully, out of the way. Then it was off, dashing down the hall, William (who had been standing outside of the door waiting for Daniel's exit) following. William was his usual flustered self and babbled away about something unintelligible.
Trinity church was magnificent. It's ornate flying buttresses formed of the finest stone, carted from hundreds of miles away. The main tower soared upwards to a dizzying height. Below the church were a series of catacombs holding valuables, religious artifacts as well as a large number of extremely important texts. From inside, (looking upwards) one could see armatures peeling off from the arched windows and continuing upwards to cross and form ribbed vaults.
The church was already brimming with citizens (both locals and those who journeyed here) save for a seat in the front pew, next to John.
Everyone grew silent as the Prince entered. As he sat John turned and smiled broadly. The services began and John inched closer to the Prince. He simply wanted to be as close to his lover as possible. Echoes of song rippled up into the clerestory. Father Henry's voice was strong and calm all at the same time...it's timbre perfect for public speaking... his cadence impeccable. It was a powerful service about loving without question...about duty...about respect.
As the service drew to a close there was a quiet hum as talking amongst the listeners began. John turned to Daniel and said softly:
“My Lord?”
“Yes, John?”
“Will you partake in the hunt today? All is prepared.”
“I would enjoy a hunt with you....greatly.”
“I'm very pleased. And... I have gifts for you, Daniel...to surprise you with throughout the day.”
“You do?”
“Yes, your Majesty.” Another grin. Larger than before.
“You have a sly look about you, my knight.”
“Do I? Have you ever known me to be sly?” John winked ever so slightly and moistened his lips. “My Prince, do you think I have ulterior motives? A hidden agenda? Pray tell... what is it that you think is in store for you?”
He had slept deeply. Once again he dreamt of Daniel's sweet tender kisses and light caresses. The sighs and moans as John had pleasured his Prince. The dream had been so vivid. Instinct had taken them both over. The need for Daniel to make love to John was clear to them both. And they acted upon those instincts.
Awaking early, John dressed and made for the courtyard to provide instructions to his men about preparing for the hunt which would follow Sunday services. Orborous, as well as his own steed, would be readied at the appropriate time. The first of many gifts to be given to Daniel today was inspected by John and then stowed away until later. This day was going to be a very good one indeed. John could feel it.
Daniel stood by his bed and stretched again. His heavy endowment swung lazily over full testicles. The morning air cascaded over him and he began to feel himself fill out a bit. Looking down he watched as his cock began to lift.
“Not NOW!” thought Daniel. “I can't be distracted!”
But his manhood had a mind of it's own. A hunger. A desire. Without touching himself, his shaft thickened, the tip swelled and then started to lift upwards. His eyes closed briefly, the room faded away and the vision of John appeared. John was sitting before him on the edge of the bed, lips securely around Daniel's cock. Daniel could watch himself vanish and then reappear from his knight's mouth. He could feel himself push forward as John slid down. There was that feeling: the churning and fire from his loins as his release became imminent. He spurted across John's tongue delivering an enormous volume of semen into John's mouth.
Eyes open. Looking down again. His cock twitching,begging for attention.
“I am late. Very, very late,” he thought.
Quickly he tugged on his clothes and the necessary adornments of his position. It took all of his will-power to ignore his excitement and it was torture as he wrapped his hand around his solid shaft to tuck it in and, hopefully, out of the way. Then it was off, dashing down the hall, William (who had been standing outside of the door waiting for Daniel's exit) following. William was his usual flustered self and babbled away about something unintelligible.
Trinity church was magnificent. It's ornate flying buttresses formed of the finest stone, carted from hundreds of miles away. The main tower soared upwards to a dizzying height. Below the church were a series of catacombs holding valuables, religious artifacts as well as a large number of extremely important texts. From inside, (looking upwards) one could see armatures peeling off from the arched windows and continuing upwards to cross and form ribbed vaults.
The church was already brimming with citizens (both locals and those who journeyed here) save for a seat in the front pew, next to John.
Everyone grew silent as the Prince entered. As he sat John turned and smiled broadly. The services began and John inched closer to the Prince. He simply wanted to be as close to his lover as possible. Echoes of song rippled up into the clerestory. Father Henry's voice was strong and calm all at the same time...it's timbre perfect for public speaking... his cadence impeccable. It was a powerful service about loving without question...about duty...about respect.
As the service drew to a close there was a quiet hum as talking amongst the listeners began. John turned to Daniel and said softly:
“My Lord?”
“Yes, John?”
“Will you partake in the hunt today? All is prepared.”
“I would enjoy a hunt with you....greatly.”
“I'm very pleased. And... I have gifts for you, Daniel...to surprise you with throughout the day.”
“You do?”
“Yes, your Majesty.” Another grin. Larger than before.
“You have a sly look about you, my knight.”
“Do I? Have you ever known me to be sly?” John winked ever so slightly and moistened his lips. “My Prince, do you think I have ulterior motives? A hidden agenda? Pray tell... what is it that you think is in store for you?”
11 years ago
