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Legends of Godiva: Part 3

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Legends of Godiva: Part 3
The Lady’s Vulnerable Moments.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



"Well,

I won't keep you any longer. You always have so much to do, so many to
please. I, myself, only have my pew plan to go over today;"

"The church seating? Why are you looking at that?"

"From

what you've said, if Sir Leofric is truly Northman's brother, not to
mention the Ealdorman of Twywell, we can't have him sitting just
anywhere. He'll need to sit along with those of his rank; aside from
you, he's probably the most notable person in town."

"You're going to make me sit next to him every Sunday, aren't you."

"Well,

if he's still in town, I'll have no choice. One of those niggling
things that they never tell you about when you go to seminary; all the
politics of seating. It's a nightmare, really. You'll probably be
sitting next to Sir Leofric every Sunday for the rest of your life; next
to him and whomever he takes to wife; watching his children grow up. Of
course, if he's no longer in town, you'll have nothing to worry about,
will you?" he said, smiling fondly down at her.

Through

her veils, she shot the holy man a baleful look. "You're so full of
shit, Eric. You're doing this on purpose. You can't tell me God has
arranged seating in heaven," Godiva grumbled under her breath.

"If

there were pew plans to work out, they wouldn't call it 'heaven,' my
dear," he said leaving the sanctuary before he paused at the door. "And
Cousin, a thought before you go; if your every fervent prayer is for the
health and happiness of your people; what is it you think they are
praying for just as fervently?" he asked, before leaving her alone in
the sanctuary.

Godiva

leaned forward in the saddle, letting Bree gallop hard out of town,
needing to feel the freedom and exhilaration of speed. She couldn't
spend another minute in the church after picturing herself sitting next
to Leofric and some faceless woman and their children for the rest of
her life. Until Eric said it so offhandedly, the fact hadn't crossed her
mind that if she didn't marry Leofric, he would marry someone else.
Leofric would marry some other woman and she would be the one that he
teased, that trembled when he looked at her, that felt him cup her face
as he filled her again and again. What would it do to her over the years
to see that woman's happiness; knowing she had thrown it away with both
hands?

She

urged Bree faster and the wind pressed her veil against her face, her
tears soaking into it and making it cling to her. She'd never ridden so
hard with her veil on. Riding hard was something Godiva did, feeling the
wind wild on her face and in her hair. Now, she couldn't even have that
release. She probably couldn't even ride Elva anymore, since she was
known to be Godiva's horse. Bree was fast, but young, flighty and prone
to startle at the slightest things. Elva was swift and ran smooth as
oil, seeing dangers and outsmarting them while they were still miles
away.

If

she had been less distraught, Godiva would have slowed and prepared
better for the terrain she knew was coming, but when she reached the
creek, she was going at such a speed that she barely even needed to jump
to clear it. The problem was that as Bree fairly flew over the brook, a
fish chose that moment to jump out of the water. Spooked, Bree suddenly
twisted in midair and flung Godiva off her back. Time seemed to slow as
Godiva flew through the air, her robes and veils spreading out behind
her like sails. Strangely, the last thing she remembered thinking as she
saw the distant ground begin to come closer was, "At least if I die
now, I won't have to see him loving someone else instead of me;"

"Ow;"

"Godi-Gifu! Fuck! Woman! an approaching voice shouted above the sound of thundering hoof beats and burbling water.

"Oow;"

Godiva moaned, once more of her breath returned, opening her eyes to
see an enormous black beast charge up to the far bank of the creek. She
pushed herself up on a sore elbow and squinted upward at her irate
visitor.

"You

dewbeater! You fucking harecop!" Leofric shouted, his eyes crazed as he
leapt off Harold and ran down, splashing into the water until he was at
her side.

"Ninn; ow; don't be such a gnashgab;" she retorted, pushing herself up on her side before collapsing back into the water.

"Shut up, and stop moving before you make it worse, you; you; gowpenful-o'-anything!"

"Oh,

that's a good one; ow, ow, ow; for a klazomaniac;" she added, slumping
back down into the wet sand of the creekbed, her entire body aching and
her blood still filled with the lightning of fear.

Leofric

paced frantically, sometimes bending to help her as she tried to get up
again, then turning away quickly as if he feared he would strangle her
the moment he touched her. "Goddammit, woman, you skelpie-limming idiot!
This morning you actually had me asking myself if anyone actually
wanted to break their neck, but now I'm shocked to find I was wrong!" he
yelled.

"Yeah;

well, that's only because you haven't been married; once you do, you'll
get used to being wrong," she panted, bent over with her hands on her
knees. At this point Leofric's face actually turned purple and he fell
to his knees in the water next to her, his eyes closed, breathing hard.
"Hey; hey, it's okay; I'm all right," she said, patting him on the back.

"I

saw you leave town from the roof of the inn and followed. You were
riding like the devil was chasing you before you went airborne. My heart
stopped and all I could think was that I'd find you dashed on the
stones," he said, his breath shaking. "Why in God's name were you going
so fast?"

"Just;

people; and pew plans and; I; I don't want to talk about it," she said,
pulling her wet robes away from her legs so she could climb out of the
creek without tripping. As she began climbing the bank, she heard
Leofric splashing water on his face and neck before following her out of
the creek.

Godiva

stumbled over to a large oak and sat down, testing various places on
her body for injury. Leofric mounted Harold and rode off, quickly coming
back holding Bree's reins in one hand. "Is she okay?" Godiva asked,
beginning to shiver in the breeze and her wet clothes. "I worried she
hadn't landed properly;" Godiva called, earning a glare from Leofric.

"Oh,

you were worried about that, were you?" he called, piqued. "She's fine.
Harold's more jittery than she is. Take off your dress," he ordered
brusquely as he dismounted and took the bridles off the horses to let
them roam in the pasture.

"You

know, I don't know how they do things in Twywell, but it's not actually
a courtship requirement that I get naked for you every time we meet. I
think I've actually given you the wrong impression of how we normally;"
Godiva said, her teasing ending with a yelp when she turned around to
find Leofric standing over her glowering. Raising her hands in
acquiescence, she pulled the wet fabric up and over her head.

Leofric

helped her tug the rest of it off, cursing as he saw the bruises
beginning to bloom on her slender back. He flung her dress over a high
branch of the tree to let it dry in the breeze before pulling off his
own tunic, "Should have left you in jail;" he grumbled, lying on his
back in a patch of sunshine on the steep bank.

Godiva

looked up at her dress, realizing that it was up so high in the tree
that there was no way for her to retrieve it quickly by herself, which
was surely Leofric's design. Then, she lowered her gaze to where his
mountain-like body lay shirtless in the sun, one arm spread in
invitation. Rolling her eyes resignedly, she went to him and curled up
in a ball on his broad chest and torso, putting her face into the crook
of his neck as he spread his tunic over them.

His

body was so warm, she fairly purred as he put his arms around her and
let his heat seep into her naked form. She had never lain like this with
her late husband Wilfred. Indeed, she had trouble remembering a time
when she had been exposed more than absolutely necessary for him to
briefly lay with her. She remembered feeling ashamed when Wilfred first
lifted the hem her shift high enough that she felt the night air on her
nethers, before he quickly covered her with his body. With Leofric,
though, nothing felt more natural than to lie naked in his arms in the
sunlight.

"Why don't you tell me what's troubling you," Leofric said, leaning over so she felt his warm breath in her hair.

"Right

now, I can't think of a thing that's troubling me," she murmured,
snuggling closer to him. She felt his mouth smile against her head.

"Well,

I did take you to jail last night; I worried you'd be vexed with me
over it, but I wanted to see what foul acts were planned for me while I
was dead to the world," Leofric said, casually stroking his fingers
through her hair, trying not to laugh as he felt her body go tense.

"And um; did you; find anything?"

"Oh;

a little," he said, now massaging her scalp with his fingertips. "A
little last night, a little when I poured you into Sir Hulgar's arms
early this morning, and much more than enough just now," he said,
adjusting his embrace when she began squirming uncomfortably. "Sir
Hulgar's surprise was completely forced when I told him you'd
accidentally drunk dwale this morning. And just now, he let you leave
the town without guard after what could have been an attempt on your
life, which would be beyond belief; unless he knew exactly where the
dwale came from. How long has he been disposing of your suitors for
you?"

"Um;

since I've had them, I guess. After they stopped listening to the word
'no' at any rate. He wasn't supposed to do that anymore, though; not to
you," she said.

Leofric's

mouth quirked. "So, you don't want me drugged and carted out of town,
now? My lady's affections are increasing. Of course, you could have just
told me not to drink the mead, or even tipped the glass over so I
couldn't. Instead, you drank it and showed me there was a plot against
me, all the while leaving yourself completely helpless in my care. Why
did you take such a risk?" he asked.

Stunned,

Godiva lifted her head off his chest, meeting his eyes. The thought
hadn't even occurred to her at the time. She could only think of putting
herself between him and the danger she thought he faced, "That was
pretty stupid. I; I guess I'm just not cut out for intrigues," she said,
her face coloring.

"Hm.

I've met many stupid people, Lady. You don't strike me as one. You're
impetuous; restless; and passionate, but you are no fool," he said,
gently stroking his thumb over her soft lips. "It couldn't possibly be
that you trusted me; that part of you was aroused by the thought of
letting me do anything I wanted with you; that you wanted to let me to
take care of you?" he murmured.

Godiva

felt something clench needfully at his words, and she squeezed her legs
tightly together, wrestling with the feelings inside her. Oh, God, she
wanted this man. His eyes that looked into her, seeing things she never
intended to show him, his smell that calmed her and enflamed her at the
same time, his lips that looked like they could have been sculpted from
stone but felt so warm and alive when they started moving to capture
hers. She blinked, realizing he was curling up to kiss her and knowing
where his lips would effortlessly lead her, she quickly ducked under his
tunic and hid from him.

Leofric

burst into laughter, shaking her entire body with it. "Stop that!" her
muffled voice yelled from under the leather. "Stop kissing me and making
me go all squishy! I can't think when you do it! Maybe all this is easy
for you because you just do as you're told out of duty; just marrying
someone you don't even know, but I have responsibilities! I actually
have to think about what I do!"

"Wonderful!

When did you intend to start thinking?" Leofric laughed, moving his
hands to tickle her ribs. Godiva screamed and moved to cover them, when
he swiftly flung away the tunic and rolled her to the grass under him,
still laughing.

Though

still trembling, she immediately grew still under him, the weight of
his body creating a heavy heat inside her. Stretching her arms above her
head and holding them by the wrists, Leofric lowered his face close to
hers, his eyes glowing as they held hers in their gaze. "Leofric,
please; please; d-don't kiss me;" she whimpered.

"I'm

not kissing you;" he said softly, coming closer and brushing his nose
and cheek against her face. His cheek was not shaven, but it had grown
in enough that it didn't feel prickly or scratchy and without thinking,
she rose up to him every time he touched her with it. A man true to his
word, Leofric didn't kiss her, but instead drove her mad with all the
things he wasn't doing to her.

She

felt his warm breath curl into the hollow of her collarbone, and slowly
travel up her neck as she shivered and moaned under him. "Now, I'm not
nibbling on your ear," he whispered, his lips barely brushing against
her lobe.

"Leofric,

I; I can't just; marry you because the king tells me to and because you
make me; make me;" she gasped, shuddering in pleasure when he began
pulsing his hips against her.

"Yes? I make you;? Incoherent with lust? Forget which name you're supposed to answer to?" he prompted, grinning down at her.

"Yours;"

she whispered, a stray tear trickling down the side of her eye. "I
can't keep letting you kiss me, and touch me and make me feel all these
things; because what if you make me yours and then, for whatever reason,
I can't marry you?" she said, closing her eyes, her face twisting in
misery.

Leofric's

face grew serious and rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him
again, spreading his tunic over her shoulders and back again. "You're
right, of course; forgive me," he said, brushing her hair out of her
face.

"Wha-what?" she asked, taken aback at his sudden capitulation.

"You're right. It's not fair of me to overly tempt your heart before I've made it safe," he said, simply.

"Well, it's; it's not like I'm a child! I have;"

"No,

no. You're absolutely right; I mean, certainly, I was overwrought at
the thought that you had just died, but there's no excuse for me losing
control like that. You have obligations! The people of Coventry depend
on you for their happiness! You can't just marry someone because you
like them. The Lord of Coventry needs the support of the people;"

"Well, yes, but;"

"And

you can't risk marrying some blaguard with a tainted family name,
either. You should hear the whispers at court about Northman. If I
became Lord, the counties would build roads ten miles around Coventry
just to avoid it, and then what would happen to your horse tax?"

"Don't be ridic;"

"No,

I won't hear another word. When you're right, you're right. I've
behaved as a cad. Here, put my tunic on;" he said, wrestling the tunic
over her head, muffling the sounds of her protests.

When

Godiva's head popped through the neck hole in his tunic, she looked
furious and began slapping his hands back, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Stop doing that!" she yelled.

"Doing what?" he asked, innocently.

"Stop running yourself down like that! Stop making me argue your side! Stop being ridiculous!"

"Well,

those are your arguments against marrying me, aren't they? I mean, you
certainly like me enough to take me as your husband," he said, gesturing
to her obvious affection as she turned to slap at his thighs that had
moved to trap her between them.

"Not at the moment, saddle-goose!" she snarled.

"And

I daresay, you could suffer through performing your marital duties, as
required," he chuckled, thrusting his hips up under her lasciviously.

With

a noise between a screech and a growl, Godiva scrambled up and marched
back toward the tree where her dress hung drying in the breeze and began
climbing up to the lowest branch, his tunic hanging on her like a
short, loose dress.

Leofric

leisurely followed her with his long loping stride, watching her inch
out onto the lowest limb, looking for another that was closer to her
dress. Seeing him stop directly beneath her, Godiva ignored him out of
spite and took a long step onto another limb, grabbing a branch for
balance. Leofric shifted slightly to remain directly below her as she
climbed, his gaze never wavering from her. "If you think throwing my
dress up higher than I can reach will keep me here against my will,
you've got another thing coming!" she called down in annoyance. "I can
climb with the best of them, longshanks!"

"Oh,

I don't doubt it, my Lady. With a stature like yours, climbing must be
second nature. Don't mind me, I was just enjoying the view!" he called
back, smiling when she yelped and squeezed her legs together to hide her
naked womanhood from his appreciative perusal. Unfortunately, the
branch she had grabbed broke and left her dangling down by one arm.

"Of course, I would much rather have our picnic together, if you can delay your other endeavors," Leofric called up.

"What? What are you talking about? Help me, you fustilarian!" she yelled, kicking her legs angrily.

"Our

picnic! You kindly offered this morning to share an outdoor meal with
me this afternoon. Several ladies in the town seemed to think you'd
forget about it, so they kindly filled Harold's packs with delicious
foodstuffs for our sup! What say you?"

Incensed,

Godiva began swinging, trying to reach another limb with her foot,
making Leofric sway side to side as he tried to stay beneath her. "Fine!
Yes!" she yelled, adjusting her grip as her hand began slipping. "Just
help me!"

Leofric

smiled magnanimously and whistled, bringing Harold directly below her
and mounting him to reach her better. "Now forgive me, my Lady, but I'll
need to take some liberties with your person to affect your rescue;" he
said, reaching up his hands to grab her ass in one hand and her hip in
the other. She felt his fingers slide through her slippery crack as he
adjusted his grip. After some maneuvering, he lowered her carefully to
the saddle in front of him, deftly sliding two fingers inside her in the
process. "There we are," he murmured against the top of her head,
"isn't that better?"

Godiva

moaned, going limp in front of him as he began slowly thrusting his
fingers through her passage, feeling his hard cock pressed against her.
She was shocked at how ready she was for him, as if simply by arguing
with her and aggravating her, he had set her blood on fire. Fumbling
behind her, she released his cock from his pants, rubbing it against her
bare ass. "Leof; Leofric; I need you. Please;" she whimpered, afraid he
wouldn't understand her readiness.

"Stand,"

Leofric commanded. Obediently, Godiva sat up, reaching her feet down
toward the stirrups, trying to stand in the saddle on wobbly legs, but
her legs were far too short to reach. "Harold, dearest, not you," she
heard his voice amend with a smile. "You, lean forward and lie still,"
he instructed.

Godiva

leaned forward along Harold's neck and groaned as Leofric removed his
fingers, missing the fullness and demanding presence of him inside her.
She felt him shift in the saddle and began to sit up, expecting him to
dismount and help her down, but then his hand clasped the back of her
neck and held her where she was. His other hand pushed the tunic up her
back, exposing her ass.

Realizing

his intentions, she scooted her legs up under her, kneeling now on
Harold's back and arched, presenting herself to him. Looking over her
shoulder, she met his eyes, watching him stroke himself slowly.
Quivering, she closed her eyes and lay her head down in the coarse hair
of the mane and waited. She felt the hot head of his cock slide into her
entrance, then with a thrust, sink in deeply. Her shuddering cry and
his soft grunt announced their reunion. "Oh; I've missed you, my good
girl," Leofric groaned, flexing his hips, "Let's never fight again;"

"Uh,

uh, uh, uh; you thought that was fighting?" she gasped, pushing herself
back to him with each thrust, loving the feel of his hand on her neck
and hip as he pumped himself into her. "I thought it was foreplay;"

"Shut

up and say, 'I'm yours,' wench," Leofric growled, sinking his teeth
playfully into the join of her shoulder and neck, making her squeal and
push back harder against him.

"Ooh, ooh, nuh; uh; uh; you're; mine;" she said, lost in the wet, slurping sounds his cock made as he churned inside her.

With

a muted roar, Leofric pulled her lips up to his, devouring her mouth
while he pistoned inside her. Godiva's panting turned to shaking cries
when his fingers reached around to her clit and stroked firmly as he
drove deeper and deeper. "Say it; say you're mine!" he rasped, feeling
the muscles inside her begin to tremble and twitch around his cock.

"You're;

mine! You're mine! Eee! You're mine, Leofric! I love you! I love you! I
love you!" she squealed, hunching over his cock as it swelled and burst
inside her, filling her cunt with his molten cum. "I love you; I love
you; I love you, Leofric; please, don't ever leave;" she keened, falling
limply forward until he caught her up in his arms and held her against
his chest.

The

two panted together, still intimately joined, Godiva weakly resting her
head back on his shoulder, staring at him with shy adoration until she
closed her eyes as he softly kissed every part of her face. When she
opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but smile at the warmth and
pride filling his, and she reached up to stroke his cheek gently. "So;
you love me, hmm?" he asked, bending to rub the tip of his nose against
hers. Smiling, Godiva bit her lips and looked away from his intense gaze
and shrugged her shoulders. "Umm; I mean, I really just wanted you to
say that you're mine; a sex thing, you know; it gets me going. I didn't
really think we were there yet with the "love" and all, but;"

Godiva

growled and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him in for another
kiss, leaving him breathless again when she finally released him.
"You're such an asshole;" she murmured.

"And yet; you love me," Leofric gloated, unable to wipe the grin off his face.
Two proposals - one marriage, one indecent.

"Her

Ladyship will now hear matters of the utmost importance first," the
scribe called out to the unusually crowded hall, "Please step forward,
one at a time, and state your business clearly and slowly." As usual,
nearly every child present ran forward to the scribe's desk, but most
unusually, they sat down quietly in a row. "Uh; thaw, thank; thank you?"
the scribe said, looking uncertainly at the well-behaved youngsters.
Even Sir Hulgar was unnerved by their strange behavior, taking a step
forward and resting his hand on his sword.

A

hissing sigh puffed out the veil of the seated Lady Godgifu, as she
stared over the heads of the children toward Sir Leofric who leaned
quietly against the back wall, a beatific smile on his face. Her
informal meetings with the public had become one of Leofric's favorite
occasions to torment her, second only to their meetings in church when
she was forced to nervously use her veil to shield others' views when he
used his fingers to pantomime two lovers accidentally falling off
horses into a variety of sexual positions and copulating. She wondered
what perversions had he planned for her now, and when, in His wisdom and
mercy, would God turn Leofric into a pillar of salt for involving the
children?

Lilly,

the smithy's daughter, was first in line and got right to the point,
"Are you going to have a baby now?" she asked with the volume that only a
child asking an indiscreet question could attain. A wave of gasps and
tittering went through the crowd, as Lady Godgifu's head jerked up and
looked accusingly in the direction of Sir Leofric who looked alarmed and
raised his hands, shaking his head quickly.

"What; what makes you think I would have a baby, Lilly?" she asked, trying to make her voice as steady as possible.

"My

cousin said that babies happen when a man and a woman do a special
dance together and you and Sir Leofric danced at the Miller wedding, so
are you going to have a baby now?" Lilly persisted. Nearby, Godgifu
heard Sir Hulgar clear his throat. After drinking some mead at the
Miller girl's wedding, she and Leofric had drawn a bit too much
attention to themselves when the pipe and drum music had started up.
Godgifu had awakened the next morning to another glare from Sir Hulgar.
Perhaps his long lecture to her on the importance of propriety had left
his throat parched.

"Well; ahem; Sir Leofric danced with a lot of women at the wedding;"

"That was just the carol, dance, though! When you danced with Sir Leofric it was special!"

"Honestly,

sweetheart, dancing with Sir Leofric isn't all that special," Godgifu
said, dismissively, "He's so tall he just stands there and sways. It's
rather like dancing with a tree in a strong breeze." Sir Leofric closed
his eyes and dramatically clapped his hand over his heart at the pain of
her critique.

"But then he picked you up and twirled you in his arms! That was special!"

"That's just how they dance at court, now. Sir Leofric was showing me;"

"I

was concerned for Her Ladyship's safety, Lilly. Her Ladyship's stature
is rather dwarf-like and I feared we would lose her amidst the stamping
feet," Sir Leofric offered, simultaneously.

"Then, why did you have your head under her veil?" Lilly asked, turning around to look at Sir Leofric.

"Oh, well now; um; that was;"

"No,

Lilly," Godgifu cut in before Sir Leofric could make her situation
worse. "To answer your question, no. I will not be having a baby, now.
That was not the special baby-making dance that you saw at the wedding.
I'm afraid we have to let the other children have their turns, now. I
hope you had a good time at the wedding."

Lilly

looked like she still had several more very loud questions to ask, but
instead nodded, accepting that a turn was only a turn. She did not leave
the hall though, as usual, but instead walked directly to Sir Leofric
and held up her palm. Godgifu canted her head and snorted under her
veils as Leofric began quietly arguing with the little girl who
insistently kept her palm up. Leofric squatted next to her and continued
their conversation face-to-face, gesturing several times toward Godgifu
on the dais in frustration, when Lilly finally yelled "but You Said To
Ask Her About Dancing!"

Muffled

laughter filled the hall as Leofric grudgingly pulled a coin out of his
pocket and put it in the little girl's hand. Lilly thanked him with a
curtsey before going to sit with her mother. Leofric slowly stood again,
his smile less beatific and far more uncertain as he looked at the
remaining children in the line before Godgifu.

Next,

sweet little Anna Morgan climbed the steps and sat next to Godgifu at
the embroidery table. "If you get married again, will you still wear a
veil and how do you do the special baby-making dance?" she asked. At
that point, somewhere behind Godgifu's left eye, a terrible stabbing
headache began.

On

and on it went. Finally, having found a willing, or at least captive,
adult to talk with them about topics normally forbidden to them, the
children proceeded to cheerfully crucify Lady Godgifu with their
questions. Her only consolation was seeing the progressive deterioration
of Sir Leofric at the back of the room. This apparently hadn't been how
his plan was intended to go.

Last

in line was Frederic, the son of a farmer that raised wheat, barley,
rye, sheep and pigs, a boy of seven years who had obviously spent each
and every second of them thinking. "I think I want to marry Sara;" he
said, as if he'd finally decided the matter after they'd had a long
discussion about the topic.

"Oh

really?" Lady Godgifu said with tired interest, wracking her brain to
remember which Sara he could be thinking about. There were many girls
named "Sara" in the village, but she could only ever remember Frederic
talking about anything but his farm. "What is it about Sara that you
think would make a good wife?" she asked.

"She's

very smart; and I like that. She doesn't go and do all the silly things
the others do. She likes to sit by me and we can just be quiet
together," he said, thoughtfully.

"Well,

that sounds like a very good start, Frederic. Do her parents like you?
That's also very important. My late husband Wilfred made sure to talk
with my father a lot before he asked to marry me," she said, noticing
that Frederic's mother was beginning to look ill at ease.

"Sara's

father died last year, Lady, but I'm very nice to her mum and I always
make sure to help her across streams and show her to the best grass." At
this, Leofric's shoulders slumped and Frederic's mother closed her eyes
and shook her head.

"Oh; she's an ewe? Your Sara?"

"Yes, milady. Her mum, Cleo, is too. She's a widow, like you."

At

that moment, Godgifu decided she was done figuring out everything for
children and decided to let her cousin do some of the work, "Well, then I
think the next order of business would be to talk with Reverend Palmer
and see when he could fit your wedding into his schedule; oh dear, it
would probably make him change his pew plan again. He won't like that.
Are you sure this Sara is really the one for you? Couldn't you just be
good friends? People keep a favorite pet; and sometimes a pet can be a
closer friend than a human can be. Why marry?"

"We;

we understand each other, milady. Sara and me. And even though we're
different; we make each other better, see? I think better when she's
there with me, and she's happier being there," he said, simply.

Lady

Godgifu felt her throat begin to tighten. She knew exactly what
Frederic meant. Sometimes it was like her horse Elva could read her
mind. They never were so happy as when they were riding together, Elva
sensing her wishes with only the slightest pressure or movement. Now,
since the criminal Godiva had been taken into custody and her horse
confiscated, Godgifu couldn't go around riding the horse of a criminal
and just had to content herself with the occasional visit to the stables
at night. Elva kept asking her when they were going out, not
understanding why her small mistress didn't pull off her strange clothes
and just ride her again. It was her inability to make her equine friend
understand her neglect that broke Godgifu's heart the most.

"That

sounds; it sounds like you and Sara have a very special relationship,"
Lady Godgifu choked out, discreetly wiping the tears from her face from
under her veil.

"I

just want us to belong to each other, you know? So, we can just wake up
together every day and smile at each other. Isn't that why you marry
someone?" Frederic asked.

Godgifu

slumped in her seat and only nodded, sobbing silently. Sir Leofric was
now crouched against the back wall, his arms covering his head.
Concerned, Frederic patted Godgifu's shoulder gently and then walked to
the back of the hall where Sir Leofric sat. Without looking up, Leofric
held up a coin, resignedly. Instead of taking it, Frederic took his hand
and pulled, prompting Leofric to rise. Continuing to herd his reluctant
sheep, Frederic kept pulling until Sir Leofric stood before the dais
and then the boy left him there to his fate.

Drained,

but at least composed once more, Godiva looked at him and sighed. "Sir
Leofric, have you concluded your demonstrations of courtly love for
today?" she asked, tiredly.

"I;

I had one more thing planned, but; I think it's probably just better to
call it a day;" he said, sounding thoroughly defeated.

"No,

no; if Christ endured the cross, I can surely withstand your courtship;
let's have it," she said, taking a deep breath, stretching her neck and
squaring her shoulders again.

"Well,

if you're sure, Your Ladyship;" he said, taking a knee before her. "As
you know, I recently brought to justice a rather troublesome character
in Coventry;"

"I

am tempted to address the irony of you calling Lady Godiva a
troublesome character, Sir Leofric, but do go on;" Godgifu muttered.

"Yes,

Your Ladyship. And knowing your love for the people of Coventry, over
the past few weeks, I have also settled accounts with them and performed
numerous services beyond to make clear to you and to them my most
honorable intentions. In all this time, though, it has troubled me that I
had not been able to do anything for you. So, if you will indulge me, I
would like to present you with a gift that I hope with all my heart
that you will accept;"

Her

heart leapt into her throat. This was it. This was his proposal.
Godgifu's mind raced, torn between her wishes and her worries. Still,
Leofric was a good man, and it wasn't right to keep him hanging on or
being used for unpleasant labor by the townspeople. It was time for her
to do what was right.

"Sir Leofric, I am most honored by your kindness and forbearance;" Godgifu began.

"Wait, Lady. Don't say no, you haven't seen the gift yet;"

"Please let me finish, good sir. I am most gratified by your;"

"Will you just let me;"

"And the fact that you have troubled yourself to gain my people's favor is most;"

"Will You Just Listen, Woman? I'm Not Proposing To You!"

The

crowd fell silent after gasping in unison. "You're; you're not?"
Godgifu whispered, feeling her heart sink through the floor. A
dangerous-sounding hum began to buzz in the hall, only to be pierced by a
shrill whistle from Sir Leofric.

The

doors to the hall opened to reveal the graceful figure of Elva, led by
Ham the stableboy. A choked squeak came out from under Godgifu's veils,
as she watched the graceful marbled white mare brought into the hall.
"As I was saying; it troubled me that, while I had performed many
services for your people, I hadn't the chance to give you a gift to show
the sincerity of my affections. Although our union would be favored by
the King, you must know that I thank God every day that His Highness
made it my duty to win you, Your Ladyship. Therefore, please accept my
gift of Lady Godiva's horse to you as a token, not of my duties to the
King, but of my enduring and sincere affection for you."

With

a cry, Godgifu left the dais, ran heedlessly past the outstretched arms
of Sir Leofric and embraced the graceful creature. She was bawling so
hard now, that she began hiccoughing as she held her forehead to Elva's
soft nose. "Sir Leofric; will you marry me?" Godgifu choked out between
hiccoughs, still not turning away from her beloved horse.

Leofric

bowed his head, "Most gladly; my Lady," he said, smiling as the people
in the hall burst out into cheers and whoops of joy. His heart lighter
than he'd ever remembered it, Leofric decided that making Godgifu happy
would be a good use of the rest of his life. As he strode to join his
future wife, he realized he still held Frederic's coin. He looked around
the hall for the boy, and finding him, Leofric nudged his head to
beckon him forward.

"So,

I guess we'll both be visiting the Reverend, Frederic," he said,
flipping the coin to the boy who caught it midair and held it up to the
light to examine it.

"Will we, sir?" Frederic asked, biting on the coin and checking for a mark.

"Me and Lady Godgifu, you and your sheep; Sara?" he said, looking away from Godgifu, down to the boy.

"Between

you and me, sir; I never name the sheep. Makes my sister cry when we
take 'em to butcher if they have names," Frederic replied, watching Lady
Godgifu coo over the flowers braided into Elva's mane. "I don't think
I'm a marrying man, myself; I prefer gold."

Leofric

blinked and looked at the boy again, as if seeing him for the first
time. "You mean, you never; that; that whole story about Sara;"

Frederic

tucked the coin into a small pouch on his belt, then looked up at
Leofric with his eyebrows raised. "I saw the horse outside; and I knew
her Ladyship liked it. I knew the thing you planned with the other kids
would be a disaster and that you'd never get the deal done without some
help. Of course; the other kids will be teasing me something awful about
saying I was in love with a sheep, sir;"

Taking

the hint, Leofric fished several more coins out of his pocket. "I'm
glad you're on my side, Fred," he murmured, dropping the coins into the
boy's hand.

"Yes, sir."

Leofric

felt Godiva's naked body crawl up onto his back in the large bed of the
guest room he had been given in her house shortly after the
announcement of their plans to wed. Sir Hulgar had caught Godiva
sneaking to his room the very first night of Leofric's residence. It was
only after a long lecture and a promise to get back to her own bed
before Astrid awoke her each morning, that Godiva was allowed to
continue her visits without her protector standing outside Leofric's
room and grumbling to himself. After all their outdoor trysts, it felt
like an unbelievable luxury to finally lie with each other in a soft
bed.

After

a day spent bringing loads of tiles up to the roof of the church,
Leofric was tired in his bones, but still glad to feel her slight weight
on his back and legs, her long hair flowing down over his arm.

"Did you require a service of me, My Lady?" he murmured.

"Oh

no; I just; no," she said, stroking his skin. "I just wanted to be with
someone that; liked me," she said, tucking her head onto his shoulder
and smelling his skin.

"By

that count, you could find yourself crawling into bed with most of
Mercia; something I'll have to forbid when I'm your husband, Lady;
unless I'm allowed to watch," Leofric said, chuckling when she slapped
his chest. "Tell me what's made you unhappy," he said into her hair.

"I'm not unhappy; just worried," she murmured, resting her cheek against his skin.

"You want to know what knights do when they're worried?"

"What?"

"We tell someone what we're worried about while we rub their shoulders," Leofric said solemnly.

Godiva

snorted, "You made that up. I've never seen knights rubbing anyone's
shoulders," she said, climbing up and straddling his chest, kneading the
muscles joining his neck and shoulders.

"We

do tend to be a rather untroubled lot," he said, "use the heel of your
palm instead of your fingers and push along the muscle, not across," he
advised, groaning in pleasure when she leaned up and put her weight into
her hands.

"It's

just that; I think; I was in the market, today, and I think someone
threw something at me; I'd just finished talking with someone and I felt
something small hit me in the head. Just out of nowhere! I hadn't
argued with anyone or anything. Other than deciding to marry you, I
can't think of anything that would make someone so mad at me to
actually;"

"Ah," he said, succinctly.

"What do you mean 'ah,' Leofric? Someone attacked me for no reason!"

"No, no, you're right. Did you have Sir Hulgar round up suspects? Do we have them in thumbscrews until we get a confession?"

"What?

No, of course not! Don't be ridiculous - it was nothing, but; but why
would they do that? Why not just say something to me? Why do they hate
me? How do I know how to make it better if they don't;"

"Diva;

you're a leader. People are going to have bad days in life and look for
a way to take it out on someone else, and as a leader, you're always
going to be an easy target. I'm not saying that you shouldn't care what
people think. What people think matters. But, if your every move is
dictated by whether people approve of it, you are not leading them; you
are following them. You can't just fall to pieces and doubt yourself
every time someone throws something at you," he said, sleepily.

"You're right," she sighed, sliding off his chest and curling up against him again. "Well, at least you like me," she said.

Leofric

grunted in response, and after shifting in the bed and pulling her
tightly against him, he fell asleep almost instantly. Warmed by his skin
and soothed by his heartbeat and deep breaths, Godiva soon fell asleep,
as well.

Her

dreams, though, were troubled. It felt like life was speeding around
her at an impossible speed, but she couldn't see. A cloud of gauzy cloth
had wound itself around her head, blocking her view and almost
suffocating her. Just when she was able to dig a hole through the cloth
to see what was happening, Wilfred was being attacked by someone that
wanted to steal her away. Then the veils wrapped themselves around her
again, and when she cut through them with a knife, instead of Wilfred,
it was Leofric surrounded by the King and a courtly crowd of highborn
men, smiling at him while hiding knives behind their backs. "Leofric!"
she screamed, taking his hand and suddenly she had disappeared with him
into an encampment of soldiers; except they weren't soldiers. Her veils
were gone and she could see more than her eyes could believe, because it
looked like the men were having sex with each other, one on his knees
and the other behind him thrusting away. It was confusing, the intense
fucking and men yelling out was incredibly arousing, but there were no
women anywhere. Cruelly, her dreams gave her the wild abandon she
craved, but came just short of delivering satisfaction, leaving her
impossibly aroused.

Leofric's

arm was curled around her body, his hand cupping her tit, his thigh
resting between hers. By his breathing, she knew he was still sleeping
and she had not the heart to wake him. She knew he was exhausted. She
had watched him climb the ladder to the church roof again and again with
loads of tiles, body breaking work and yet he hadn't complained a bit.
He needed rest, and waking him because she needed to come seemed so
selfish.

Godiva

decided to address her predicament herself, because she knew there was
just no way she could fall asleep until she found release. She thought
about trying to go back to her room, but Leofric was holding her so
tightly, she would surely wake him if she tried. She didn't want him to
know that she would ever touch herself for pleasure, though. She could
only imagine what Wilfred would have said if he had ever found her with
her hand between her legs.

Torn

between fear and need, she shifted under his arm until she could get
her hand down to her slit. When her fingertips finally touched her
swollen clit, she shivered with the blissful thought that her misery
would soon end. She reached lower and dipped her fingers into her wet
opening, her breath catching as a wave of sensation went through her.
Moving her slippery fingers back to her clit, she began working herself
slowly, when a problem presented itself. She couldn't move her arm
properly without jiggling the bed or bumping into Leofric's sleeping
form. As if to confirm her concerns, Leofric's heavy sleep breathing
paused and she froze in horror, not daring to breathe.

Desperately,

her clit throbbed, begging her for relief, but fearing Leofric would
wake with any slight movement, she kept still. Mercifully, after a few
minutes of tense silence, Leofric took a deep breath and sighed,
returning to his slumbering breaths. Giving thanks to God, Godiva began
wiggling only her fingers against her clit, hoping it would be enough.

It

wasn't exactly what she needed; she couldn't press as hard or as fast
as she wanted against the pubic bone with just her fingers, couldn't
slip lower in her strokes, but it might be enough to take her over the
edge. Might be. She tried to focus, thinking back to the dreams,
watching Leofric's body push inside her and feeling his pounding
strokes, while thrumming her clit back to life. She began to shudder,
her mouth opening so she could pant through her need without sound. As
her pleasure began to take her, her legs stiffening, she dared to use
her arm to rub hard, just as she needed, shaking the bed slightly, the
wet squishing sound of her cunt almost deafening in the silent room. The
silent room;

The

room was silent! Godiva thought in panic. She froze again, holding her
breath on the brink of release, waiting, listening for Leofric's deep
breaths to return. After an endless pause, though, he cleared his
throat, shifted her body more tightly against him and sighed, returning
to his restful breathing. This time, each breath of his fell on her neck
from where his lips brushed the back of her ear and she had to stop
herself from whimpering. If she hadn't been on the brink of coming
before, this surely would have driven her to it!

Nearly

frantic, she returned to quietly thrumming only her fingers against her
clit, her body tingling and alive with the need to come. Leofric's
breath curling into her ear, his chest rising and falling against her
back, the knowledge that his warm cock was stiffening in his sleep
against the back of her thigh, all of it became unbearable torture,
because she could feel that she wouldn't be able to get release and she
would be in this agony for hours and hours. Hopeless, she began to
quietly cry.

"Really?" Leofric's voice rumbled against her ear, sending goosebumps through her body.

Uncertain of what he meant, and thrilled he was awake at the same time, she feigned ignorance. "Um; what?" she said lamely.

"You'd

really just sit there and cry all night rather than have me catch you
masturbating? Or even better, asking me for what you wanted?" he asked,
pushing his hips against her ass, making her release her shaking breath
in a hopeful sigh.

Still,

appearances were hard to discard. "I; I don't know what you're talking
about. I don't do; that. That's; unnatural," she said, squirming in
discomfort.

She

felt Leofric's lips smile against the back of her ear and she had to
stifle a whimper. She loved it when he smiled; especially while he was
thinking about sex. "You don't 'do that?'" he asked, shifting his hips
and rubbing hardening cock against her bare ass. Biting her lips to keep
herself from moaning, Godiva shook her head vehemently, not trusting
her voice. Leofric's chest shook with silent laughter. "So, you're not
quivering on the edge of a shattering orgasm right now?" he asked,
nibbling along the back of her neck.

"N-no; I can't believe you're even asking me," she said, managing to sound offended.

"Mmmm;

my mistake," he said, rubbing his face into her hair and pulling her in
tighter to his body, moving his other arm under and around her.

Godiva

squirmed, the new position uncomfortable with his lumpy, muscled arm
under her. She was about to complain, when she felt his upper arm take
her wrist and begin to raise her hand to his face and a sinking feeling
of horror took her. "Wha-what are you doing?" she whispered, trying to
pull her wrist out of his enormous hand, but finding that while his grip
was gentle, it was stronger than a vise.

"Oh,

me?" he asked, tightening his other arm around her to prevent her
escape. "Just like you, I'm not doing anything," he said, bringing her
fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply. "Hypocrite," he growled with a
smile, upon smelling the rich scent of her cunt on her fingers and then
putting them in his mouth and sucking noisily on them. "I think I'm
going to have to watch you play with yourself, now; consider it your
punishment for lying."

Godiva

squirmed in his arms, turning her head to see him putting her fingers
back into his mouth, sucking and rubbing them with his tongue to get
every bit of her flavor off them. "No.; I; I can't d-do that," she
whispered, "Please; please don't make m; wait a minute;" she said,
grabbing his hand holding her wrist and smelling it. "Why does your hand
smell like my cunt, Leofric?"

The

shaking of his torso in silent laughter was answer enough and she
squealed in anger, kicking, jabbing him with her elbows, struggling in
earnest until he rolled her face down into the bed, pinning her with his
weight. "Easy now, little lady. There's no need for such hostility," he
said, straddling her and spreading her legs with his while she bucked
uselessly against him. "You were whimpering in the night and in your
dreams, you called out to me. Being bound to the Code of Chivalry, as
tired as I was, I was obliged to come to your aid. Your suffering in
your dreams seemed only to be alleviated when I began thrusting my
fingers inside you," he chuckled.

"You were awake all this time? You knew that I was;"

"Of course, I did. You seemed particularly delighted by this digit," he said, moving his smallest finger to her nose.

Recognizing

the musky scent, Godiva gasped, "You; y-you put your finger there?
That's; that's; H-how could you?" she squealed in outrage, her struggles
renewed.

"Oh,

it was quite easy, actually. I just got it ready at the local well;" he
said, running his fingers through her wet lower lips, "and then they
just slipped right in, like this," he said, pushing two slippery fingers
deep into her ass.

Godiva struggled in earnest, then cried out at the sharp unfamiliar pain that consumed her.

"You're

going to want to stay relaxed, dear. You'll only cause yourself misery
by fighting," he said, holding his fingers deep, gently spreading them
inside her, stretching her. Godiva then began trembling under him, her
acute arousal now entwined with shame and embarrassment. He knew she had
been masturbating! He had felt her rubbing herself, building her
excitement to the brink of ecstasy and said nothing! Now, he had his
fingers deep inside her filthiest place and was exploring it inside like
he intended to;

"But; but;"

"Precisely,"

"Wha-why

there?" she asked, panting into the pillow where her head and his arm
rested. The intrusive finger had begun slowly stroking in and out of
her, her trembling turning to shaking as she spread her legs wider for
him.

Leofric

chuckled, " Because; you've lived your life behind veils; showing the
world only what you wanted it to see; and this is something you can't
fake. Because it makes you submit, not just on the outside, but inside;
and it won't work unless you let go."

His

words hooked her somewhere behind her navel and began unraveling her
from inside. She needed to come so badly that she could barely breathe,
and as he stroked in her anus, she felt his invasion become more of a
caress as her body relaxed and submitted to him. "There you go; you're
going to feel my cock so deep, you'll think I'm writing my name inside
you; or it'll be the worst pain of your life," Leofric added, making her
tense around him and squeal in pain again. "Shhh; relax. You don't want
Sir Hulgar barging in here and seeing this, do you? His pretty little
mistress with a man's fingers up her ass; or his cock in there pumping
away;"

Leofric's

words and imagery did nothing to ease her tension, seeming almost
designed to increase it instead, and she began whimpering, "Please;
please, it hurts;"

"It's because you're not relaxing; you're too tense; there is something we could try, but;"

"Anything! Anything! What do I do?" she begged.

"Well,

they say a woman relaxes more if you can make her come while she's
being stretched, but my hands are rather occupied at the moment. If only
it weren't 'unnatural' for a woman to pleasure herself;" Leofric said,
his words curling in amusement.

Godiva

closed her eyes and growled, imagining all manner of horrific violence
befalling the man she still intended to marry. "Well?" he asked,
laughing silently.

"I

hate you," she said, raising to her knees and sticking her ass in the
air. Leofric growled his approval as she reached her fingers down to her
clitoris, placing one on each side of the hooded bud and began rubbing
up and down, pushing it firmly along the pubic bone.

Leofric

stretched her wider and wider, but she noticed nothing, lost in the
surge of finally getting release. "Oh God, Leofric!" she wailed, her
toes squeezed tightly as her body fairly exploded with her long-denied
orgasm.

Shaking,

she slid weakly to the bed, barely aware of the pillow he had slid
beneath her hips, and she lay there like jelly panting, crying and
laughing in equal measure. "That's right, little minx; you can make
yourself come better than I can; but not for long because you're mine,"
he said, dribbling what felt like an oil between her rounded cheeks and
rubbing it over and into her puckered hole. "You're mine; and I'm going
to learn everything about you; even the things you deny. Now, tell me
who owns you," he purred.

"You! I belong to you!" she gasped, weakly pushing her ass back against his stroking fingers.

"That's fucking right, you do. And why am I going to fuck the dirtiest hole you have right now?"

"Because it's yours!"

"That's

right, it's mine. And I get to know everything about you;" he said,
pushing the head of his cock inside her and clamping his hand over her
mouth to muffle her scream of shocked pleasure. "I get to know
everything about you; even if it's something you're ashamed of," he
said, pushing deeper, feeling her arch under him, actually pushing
herself further onto his cock. "Because that's the only way you'll
really know you're mine;" he said, pushing the rest of the way into her
tight sheath.

Godiva

twitched randomly under him, her mind on overload from what she was
feeling. Leofric was everywhere inside her, his heartbeat throbbing
where she had never felt anyone else inside her. His breath falling on
the back of her neck as he held himself still, trying to let her body
adjust. His legs holding hers widely open, exposing her and covering her
nakedness at the same time. He was everything; and knowing it made
something inside her release. "I love you; I love you so much," she
sobbed, tears soaking into the pillow below her.

"Yeah,

I love you, too;" Leofric panted, "even if you are a pain in the ass,"
he finished, as he slowly pulled out, watching her rosebud cling to his
cock, almost sucking on it in its reluctance to let go. It was torture
to go so slowly, but he needed to focus to make sure he wasn't hurting
her. She would try to hide it if he was, and he didn't want that. She'd
hidden too much, already.

He

cupped his hand around the back of her neck and felt her twitching go
still, her body responding to the reassurance of his touch. Slowly, he
pushed forward, feeling her accept him, her body still loose and taking
shaking deep breaths as he filled her up again to the hilt. "Are you
alright?" he ground out.

"No;

you're killing me. If I have to give it all up, so do you. Stop holding
back so mu;" Godiva's words turning into a squeal of excitement as
Leofric grabbed her hips and began fucking her ass the way he really
wanted to. Slowly, at first, then increasing speed and force as she
welcomed his strokes with shaking cries, begging him for more. His huge
hands grabbed her hips with bruising strength as he surged into her with
rapid thrusts, his hips clapping against her ass. "Yes! Uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh oh god oh god oh god ah!" she screamed.

"Oh

fuck! Fuck! Fuck that's good! Uh!" he yelled, slamming into her ass
roughly until with a rush, she felt him swell and shudder, throbbing as
he spilled his heat deep inside her. He moaned softly, emptying himself
with a few more strokes until she collapsed under him weakly, clutching
his arm on the pillow.

His

breath rasping, he disengaged himself slowly from her and rolled them
to their sides again, holding her against him; his perfect girl, weak
and happy in his arms.

"Don't

hide from me. You're mine; and I need you to trust me. No more hiding. I
can't watch you live a half-life; even if someone's throwing crabapples
at your head," he said into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

"I'll

try; I want that, too. It's just; hard," Godiva said, smiling as she
stroked his arms holding her, bliss carrying her off on a cloud. "So, if
I'm yours, does that mean you're mine?" she asked, sleepily.

"Of course, it does; but knowing you, you'll probably only realize it when I'm taken away from you," he chuckled.

A

cold fear settled over her at Leofric' words. "Don't; don't say that,"
she said with a shiver, cuddling back into his chest. "I don't think I
could bear it again if;wait. Wait a minute; how did you know it was a
crabapple?" she asked, turning to look into his face. "I never said it
was a crabapple they threw at my head;"

Leofric raised his brows slightly, "Was it?" he murmured, his lips twitching, "Lucky guess, I suppose;."

Godiva

swelled in outrage, "You! You threw it! You threw it at me, knowing it
would drive me crazy thinking about it and you just let me sit here
and;" she yelled, her argument being cut off by his lips covering hers,
his tongue slipping between them.

After

a long interval, Leofric released her, no longer struggling, but weak
and pliant in his arms again. "I'm still mad at you," she panted,
throwing her leg over his. "Just because you can make me come, doesn't
mean I don't want to; hurt; something of yours; somehow; sometimes;" she
said, completely annoyed that she couldn't think of vivid ways to cause
him pain anymore, unless it involved bouncing on his cock.

"Well, thank God for that," Leofric replied, smiling into her eyes, "It wouldn't be half as fun otherwise."

"And

that summer, the evil barbarian Viking king spilled endless floods of
innocent English blood upon our peaceful shores, enslaving women, biting
and beating children, and defiling our holiest places. It was upon the
savages' attack at Humber that King Aethelred's fearsome heart failed,
and he followed the cowardly ill-advice of the Witengamot and fled
England to his Queen's homeland of Normandy," Sir Hulgar intoned, his
tortured eyes far away as if seeing each atrocity anew. Whether out of
mortal fear, or catatonic shock, the huddled children remained
motionless, breathless, and clutched their arms and legs around their
vital organs waiting for the knight to continue his story.

Godgifu

leaned over, her veil brushing Leofric's arm on his chair next to hers
on the dias, "I can't tell you how glad I am that you offered your help
in entertaining the children on Visiting Day," she murmured.

"I;

I am so sorry," Leofric repeated, yet again. "He said he had a story he
could tell them; how; how could I know;" he stumbled, nearly
tongue-tied in a mix of horror and awe.

"Ask, dear. Or spend two minutes with the man. Either would suffice," Godgifu said through tight lips.

"Then,

the savage beast cut a path paved with English flesh and blood toward
London, intent upon carving out the beating heart of our homeland. The
Witengamot bowed their heads to the heathen King and sent their innocent
and beloved kin to be the barbarian's hostages, as proof that they
would keep to their word and acknowledge ungodly monster as their king,"
Sir Hulgar growled.

To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought in 5 parts, for Literotica.

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