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The Time Riders: Part 4

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The Time Riders: Part 4
A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



“Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady

Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to
old France.

"Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She

reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit
alike."

She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee.

"High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks
French since you do not?"

Mark nodded.

"Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is

where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded.
"So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel
bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I
promise you."

"Thanks," he said. "I really, really

appreciate this. You have no idea."

"She must be very special to you." Alexandra said

slyly.

"Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said

hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I
guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time
travel with."

"Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and

taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would
try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly
logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or
try to do too many things?"

"You don't look at all like you're from this

time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's
France?"

She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient

lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my
queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health."

"No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from

Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?"

She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say

that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables."

Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis.

"D'Artagnan too?"

She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even

the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is
said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my
brother."

"No recognition for you?"

She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the

queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and
duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task."

"You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed.

She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?"

"A fictional heroine from my own time," he said,

waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can
fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her
for about seventy years now."

"It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not

wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid
them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough."

He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your

troubles in this, and I'm sorry."

"You needn't be," she said easily, draining her

glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised
that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been
at the Louvre?"

Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the

palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get
here, so best guess is four weeks."

Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense

scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no
doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to
move her into the court."

Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with

pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?"

She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment

before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another
glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts.

"Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat

meekly.

Alexandra looked at him and waited.

"If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting,"

Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have
heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to
miss."

The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away

some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south
to Spain."

"Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark

grumbled.

Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas

español?"

"Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not

goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;”

"Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said

easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa."

He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?"

"I shall think on that," she replied. "We

will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only
returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That
being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments."

"Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too

bad, I guess."

"It is convenient, for one thing, but another is

perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added.
"Be honest with me, Mark."

"Okay."

"Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were

to fuck?" she asked plainly.

Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his

head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't;
to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?"

"Bien," the woman stated, nodding and

standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride
below the crupper."

"Never heard that, but I'm in," he said,

chuckling.

"And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and

age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive."
Alexandra added.

"I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal

stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have
quarters at the Louvre?"

She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to

stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I
can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them."

"You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark

admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people."

"A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed.

"Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I
intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days
ahead."

The French Art of Feminine Disrobing.

He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and

began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather
poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful,
but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and
still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly.

Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot

deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were
surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor.

Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over

her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the
article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the
dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks.

She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool

of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to
smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him
now.

If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would

have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was
creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried
strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he
didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French.

"So, do you like what you see?" she purred,

enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away
from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no
doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink
nipples that made his mouth water.

"Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I

will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see
you, Mark."

He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even

bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks
before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new
lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly
muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition because of
the sports he'd played. She smiled and just watched quietly.

He undid the tie of his breeches and bent over to pull them

off. When he stood back up, his cock sprang to full attention, wobbling in
front of him slightly. Alexandra nodded, apparently in approval.

"Men of days to come seem to be gifted." Alexandra

stated in a sultry voice as she stepped forward, moving toward him.

“Or, perhaps today, for you; my dear Alexandra?” Mark

flirted in a manner even he found uncharacteristically competent.

He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as the

blonde goddess stepped closer and closer to him. She was then standing directly
in front of him, her glorious pelvic mound almost touching the tip of his
pulsing erection. He thought he might cum right on the spot.

Her elegant hand slowly reached out to take hold of his

turgid shaft, the fingers wrapping around gently and giving him the lightest of
squeezes.

"And now," she said in a whisper. "We shall’

The lock on the door clunked before it flew open and in stepped

a young woman with wavy dark hair and eyes, apparently not noticing the
activity within.

"I am back, mistress," the girl chirped as

she shut the door and locked it again. She seemed cheerful and energetic, her
green dress twirling about her prettily. "I bought some wine and also
the soap packets that you; oh! My apologies, mistress, I did not know you were
busy!"

"Do not worry, Lisette," Alexandra said

easily, clearly not at all surprised to see the girl while Mark just gaped. Her
hand was still on his cock and stroking gently as she acknowledged the
newcomer. "You're just in time to share dessert with me;”

Cirrhosis Of The Louvre

Mark blinked as he stared at the young woman who had just

sauntered in. About his age, she was rather short, but cute in a quirky kind of
way, with wavy dark hair that reached her jawline and cheerful brown eyes, over
which she wore small round spectacles. Her green dress looked like elegant and
well-maintained peasant wear. She seemed rather surprised to see him as well.

"A new playmate, mistress?" she asked in

French, clearly not surprised to see Lady Alexandra naked on her knees and
stroking Mark's cock.

"For now," Alexandra said easily, smiling

at her servant. "He actually is an associate of Monsieur Edgeworth and
needs our help."

"Oh, not that pain-in-the-ass again,"

muttered the girl named Lisette as she walked into the dimly-lit room, clearly
put off by the mention of Chester Edgeworth. Her accent was distinctly
different from Lady Alexandra's, more coarse and unsophisticated, even to
Mark's untrained ears. His translator device was having trouble keeping up. "Like
our lives are not difficult enough."

"Perhaps, but we have time for some fun, I am happy

to say." Alexandra pointed out, not at all bothered by her servant's
mutterings. "You will be delighted to know that in helping this young
man, we will be putting the spurs to the Red Duke."

"Well, there's that at least," Lisette

admitted, dropping the linen bags she had been carrying and coming toward them,
beginning to shed her dress and underthings without batting an eye. "This
one is tall, Mistress. And he has a blank expression about him. English? A
colonial?"

"Close enough, my love," Alexandra giggled,

watching as her beloved servant removed the last vestiges of her modesty,
standing naked before them now, except for her spectacles. Her tits were small,
her figure trim, but rounded in a youthful way; and devoid of fat excess fat,
but not skinny. Living and fighting alongside her Mistress meant Lisette had no
time for being indolent. She was probably also the best marksman outside of the
Sun King's army with a caliver. "He is indeed from the
colonies."

"And probably from some other time, if he's involved

with Edgeworth, but I have learned not to care," the brunette sighed
as she joined Alexandra in kneeling in front of Mark. "Very well, let's
fuck this one, before he gets killed, or unavailable like the others."

"Wait, what?" Mark asked, his eyes widening and

his erection threatening to retreat into his abdomen and his translator bud did
its job.

"Ignore her," Alexandra said easily, smirking at

her companion. "She is just being salty about a boy she liked to fuck down
at the market, no longer being available."

"He die of dysentery or something?" Mark asked.

Alexandra shrugged. "No, he got married."

"I'm still going to fuck him the next time I see

him;” Lisette said sullenly.

"Oh, sorry," Mark said, somewhat embarrassed.

"I guess I'm in the habit of assuming that you're the only person in this
time I'm ever gonna meet who isn't riddled with a pox or sexual disease."

"A fair assumption, my friend;” the blonde woman cooed

as she began kissing along the length of his veiny, rippled shaft and making
him shiver. The fireplace kept the room warm and also gave it an amber glow
that was so comforting and conducive to their current activities. Lisette
nestled in closer, smiling and fondling his sac gently while watching her
mistress pleasure their new plaything.

"He is large, Mistress," she mused, smiling

slyly. "Nearly the size of Buckingham, I think."

"Umm, the men of days to come do indeed seem to be

gifted," Alexandra murmured as she tilted his hard cock up and traced
the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside. "Mark here is no
exception, it would seem."

Lisette's surprisingly well-kept fingernails grazed along

his thighs while she edged inward, wanting to be closer to her mistress.
Alexandra now swirled her tongue around his throbbing head before putting it
inside her warm, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before
slowly sliding in his length in one slow, steady motion. Mark shuddered in
pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around his length, even as she kept her
mouth on him.

His fingers found their way into her lush, golden hair,

kneading at her scalp, and steadying himself while she began to bob back and
forth expertly. In the back of his mind, he realized that she was as good as
any girl from his own time at sucking cock. He shouldn't have been surprised,
but sex seemed to be the one human endeavor that didn't really progress as time
moved forward. People were either good at it, or weren't, and the best
techniques had probably been around for thousands of years, needing no
refinement.

Alexandra was living proof of that theory.

Lisette moved in and began kissing her mistress' neck and

collarbone, her hands now wondering and caressing the noblewoman's body with a
practiced ease. Alexandra continued to suck on Mark's cock readily, not at all
distracted by her servant's touch, but rather excited by it. She squirmed as
her cunt grew moist, yearning to feel this man's tool inside her.

Alexandra’s strong lips held his glans and her tongue rolled

around his purple tip. Lisette's mouth now joined Alexandra's in sliding up and
down the sided of his length before they kissed around his cock tip, tongues
flickering and sliding wetly as they moaned. His hands were on the back of
their heads and he shivered again, lost in the unreal sensations. He felt the brunette
girl take over sucking on him, while her blonde mistress nipped at the skin of
his waist.

"Umm, he has a big tool, mistress," purred

Lisette before bobbing along his shaft again. "A pity he will not be
available to us regularly."

"I think my friend is pleased with you, Mark,"

Alexandra said, smiling up at him slyly. "Do you wish to fuck us
both?"

"That; sounds great;” he grunted, closing his eyes and

concentrating on not cumming so damn quickly. These two were a wicked tag team.
"But what if one of you;”

"Fear not, cher, we will not," Alexandra

assured him. "I am classically trained, including in Roman medicines and
can prevent unexpected complications from arising. Or our bellies."

Mark didn't know exactly what 'Roman medicines' had to do

with contraception, but she was the expert in this time, so he'd take her word
for it. From what he'd read, the alternative in this era was a condom made of
linen, which wasn't even meant to prevent pregnancy so much as inhibit
pleasure. Hell with that.

"Are you any good with that tongue, man of the New

World?" she asked now, smiling at him wickedly.

"Becky seemed to think so." Mark replied,

trembling as he fought to hold on. He would welcome a chance to lick cunt if it
would keep him from embarrassing himself before he had properly fucked either
of them.

"Then Lisette will continue to see you your needs down

below, while I become acquainted with your face." Alexandra breathed. Mark
sighed as Lisette stopped sucking on his cock long enough to retrieve several
large, plush pillows and lay them on the floor near the fireplace. He was
almost in a daze as the blonde noblewoman led him to the scarlet and gold oreillers,
plump with down and feathers, and then rested him on top of them. Without
more ado, she nestled over his face, looking down his body, allowing him to
examine her while Lisette knelt between his legs and resumed wrapping her lips
around his cock loudly.

He marveled at her shining, slippery cunt, so tempting in

the flickering orange light of the hearth. He had now fucked a few French girls
in this time period, along with Becky, and they were all completely natural,
often unusually hairy between their legs. This glorious woman, however, kept
her twat completely smooth, a total aberration from the norm.

Lisette was almost shaven clean, which he could only assume

was at her mistress' behest.

He could see Alexandra's tiny, pink clit just peeking out

from under its hood, begging for attention. The wet, exquisite heat of
Lisette's mouth made his belly groan.

He pulled the blonde down onto his waiting mouth, needing to

distract himself. His tongue snaked between her wet nether lips and inside her.

Alexandra sighed shamelessly and squirmed on his mouth while

fondling her opulent tits. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, flexing into
her delicate flesh. She was not kidding about taking care of herself compared
to her contemporaries. Her scent and her taste reminded him of Becky more than
anything. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her, massaging her walls and core
and making he

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