The next night Belinda was preparing for bed when she once again heard the sound of horses in her yard. She let loose a small cry of delight and opened the door when she heard her name being called out.
“What is it?” she asked Balek’s man with excitement.
“Our lord sends for you again Mistress.”
Belinda shut the door and threw on her cloak. She added a few more herbs and a vial of oil to her sack before rushing back to join the men outside.
The ride to the castle was as brisk as it’d been the night before, though this time the wind was mild. It wasn’t long before Belinda found herself once again in Balek’s chamber facing an angry, pacing lord.
Balek waved his hand at his man. “Leave us.” After the door was shut, he turned an accusing eye on Belinda. “You have failed me.”
Shocked, Belinda glared back at him with barely suppressed outrage. “I beg your pardon, lord. Last night you did take me, not once, not twice, but thrice. And still your rod stood hard when I took my leave of you.”
“Be that as it may, I could not take my betrothed when she did come to lie with me this eve.”
Balek looked at her darkly. “You told me I was healed, yet once again I did make a fool of myself. My betrothed...she thinks of me as less than a man.”
Belinda was shocked. “Surely she did not say so, lord?”
“Nay, she does not say so with words, but her eyes do accuse me.”
Balek went to stand before the fire. Belinda saw his shoulders sag and she suddenly felt badly for him. She removed her cloak and set it aside, then she retrieved the herbs and oil from her bag. She poured some wine into a cup and added the herb she’d used last night. She approached him cautiously, the vial of oil grasped tightly in one hand, the wine in the other. “Drink this, my lord.”
Balek turned toward the soft sound of her voice. He regarded her a moment, then took the wine from her trembling fingers. He lifted the cup to his lips and drank back the entire contents before once again throwing it across the room in anger.
Belinda watched his chest heave up and down. He was angry, but too, his pent up desire was frustrating him greatly. He desires me. She held up the vial of oil before him. “Undress and I will ease the ache within you, lord.”
“Aye,” he said, roughly yanking the shirt off of his chest.
Belinda set the vial on the floor at her feet and undid the ties of his tight leather breeches. She sank to her knees and tugged them down around his ankles. Balek stepped free of them and Belinda tossed them aside. As she turned back she found his manhood right before her face. Though his member lay soft before her it was still of great size. She knew once she plied him with the oil, and the herbs she’d given him took effect, he would be a force to be reckoned with.
Without taking her eyes off of him, she reached out and snatched up the vial of oil. Uncapping it, she poured some into her palm. Once recapped and set-aside, she rubbed her hands together briskly. When she reached out to grasp him she heard his great sigh of satisfaction.
It didn’t take him long to come alive in her hands. Belinda leaned forward and blew hot breaths upon his cock. When she chanced a quick glance upward, she could see Balek’s head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands tangled themselves in her hair and he guided her toward him.
Gently she took him into her mouth. She could feel his body grow tense. The pressure of his hands on her head became more insistent as he urged her to take him deeper into her throat. She suckled upon him for a few minutes then ran her tongue up and down the length of him. When he tried to guide her mouth once more fully upon him she released him and turned her head away.
“Do not stop. I beseech you,” he gasped.
Belinda waved her hand back and forth before her face. “I grow so hot before the fire, my lord.”
“Then remove your gown.”
She turned back toward him with a satisfied smile. His manhood bumped gently against her cheek but she ignored it. “Are you certain?” she asked. “Perhaps I should fetch your betrothed? It shouldn’t take long for me to find her room, rouse her from her bed and wait for her to dress before I bring her to you.” The tip of her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock.
“Nay,” he said quickly. “’Twill take too long. Remove your gown...now. I beg you.”
Belinda stroked his velvet skin for a second. “Oh, all right, my lord. If you insist.”
“I do. I do.”
Belinda rose slowly to her feet. She lifted the hem of her dress while Balek watched her with anticipation. When her dress was to her hips he could wait no longer before reaching out and helping her. Her shift flew up over her head next with record speed. In his haste he tossed the garment too close to the fire and Belinda bent quickly to retrieve it. But before she could rise she felt her hips grasped tightly. Backwards she was pulled and she felt startled for a moment until she felt the heat of Balek’s manhood behind her.
“Hold,” he said between gritted teeth. “I must sheath my sword.”
Belinda could feel the tip of him press up against her passage. Remembering the great size of him, she relaxed her body and dropped her head down on her hands. She spread her legs wider as she felt him begin to enter.
“Ahh, my lord. How big and strong your mighty weapon is.”
“The better to satisfy you,” he said, pushing deeper inside.
“Yes. Conquer me, my lord. Breach my walls.”
“Aye, I will batter them down with my ram.”
Deeper he plunged while Belinda steadied herself against his passionate assault. “Oh, your ram, my lord. ’Tis so mighty.”
“Ah, wench. Surrender to me. Surrender now.” Faster and faster he pumped.
“I yield. I yield.” Belinda cried, her release coming with force. She felt Balek tense up and become completely still. He held on just long enough for her to complete her climax before he withdrew. She could feel his hot, sticky spurts upon her bottom before he collapsed beside her.
Belinda took a moment to catch her breath before she rose up to look longingly at Balek. “’Twould seem you are healed again, my lord.” She waved her hand toward his rod, which was even now growing thick with wanting.
Balek sat up and peered down at himself with amusement. “Aye. What say you, Belinda,” he said, gathering her into his arms and nuzzling her neck with hot kisses. “Might I interest you in another round of swordplay?”
“My lord. How insatiable you are.” Belinda laughed, laying back upon the rug and smiling contentedly.