Chapter 10
While D'Artagnan slept heavily aboard the ship his comrade Porthos lay recuperating in the Inn where he had fallen. To his dismay, the gentleman had been swifter than expected and had stabbed him severely about the shoulder and arm. It was the quick and flashing mistress that had finally halted the fighting by banging the gentleman over the head with a marble statue.
The Musketeer sank to the floor and joyously accepted the sturdy body of his rescuer as she helped him to his feet and steered him up the steps.
"How can I repay you?" he asked, kissing her softly about the neck and ears as they made their way along the passage.
The young girl fluttered her eyes and remarked, "When I have bandaged your wound you will be fit as a fiddle and ready for war."
"I must stay and recuperate," Porthos announced, feigning severe pain. "I am not ready to travel."
"Then you must stay," the girl agreed, helping him to the bed where he toppled her over him. His good arm swiftly traveled beneath her skirt and he breathed loudly as he felt the wet entrance of her trap. "You are a continual heat," he laughed, poking about the hairy sheath.
"Let me attend to your wounds, Monsieur," the girl pleaded, holding back the heated sparks that coursed her bottom.
"If I may attend your gash ... you may attend mine," Porthos bellowed, rolling the woman to her back and savagely attacking her shoulders. His hand ripped the front of her blouse open and his lips traversed her breasts. Greedily he gorged himself of their opulence until the girl was quivering with excitement and begging him to lodge his member.
"With pleasure," the Musketeer gallantly announced, removing his trousers to about his knees and stabbing happily his pole the length of her slit.
"Sir ... sir...." the young girl cried, squirming beneath his blows. "Please ... I shall die...." she whimpered, clawing at her pussy to spread the folds back and aim his nut to the proper space.
The Musketeer rammed inside and buried his kit, meshing hair to hair. The girl's legs wrapped themselves about his calves and she powerfully thrust, sending the swelling nut deep into her scabbard. "You are superb," she cried, hot as a boiling kettle. "Fuck me, sir," she cried ... fuck...." the girl's voice trailed to a long and lusty screech. Her arse oscillated like a pin wheel as her body stiffened and she lunged violently against him. Porthos continued to stab her deep and hard until he felt his nut expand and his body jolt as he unleashed a jolting wad of goop into her basin.
"Dear child," the Musketeer announced when he had composed himself. "You must nurse me always."
The girl lifted from the bed and left the room to fetch the proper dressing for his wound. Porthos yawned loudly and thought to himself that he had indeed fallen into the hands of someone who understood him. Deciding upon lamb, chicken and fowl for dinner, to be accompanied with a hearty burgundy, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Aramis, when laid upon the bed, closed his eyes and passed to sleep. Upon waking, he discovered the gentle hands of a woman upon his chest and he sat up with a start and looked blankly into her deep blue eyes.
"Are you alright, Monsieur Musketeer?" she asked, in a delicate voice that rang musically as she spoke.
"Fine, thank you," Aramis replied, drawing the covers about his neck.
"I have repaired your wound. Monsieur D'Artagnan requested that you rest."
He nodded his head but continued to stare at the .lovely features that warmly smiled back at him.
"Is there anything wrong?" the woman asked, conscious of his lingering gaze.
"No ... I ... do you perchance have a Bible?"
"Of course, Monsieur," she said, lifting to her feet and crossing the room to a desk. Opening the drawer she removed a worn leather bound holy book.
The Musketeer's eyes never left her frame. He scanned the shapely line of her torso, the flare of her sumptuous hips and the long full shadow of her thighs.
"Here. Would you like me to read from it?"
"No, I just want it near," Aramis stated, sinking back into the fluff of pillows arranged beneath his head.
"Will there be anything else?" the woman asked, touching him gently upon the arm.
"Yes, would you mind sitting beside me for a moment?"
"Not at all," she responded warmly, placing her beautiful bottom upon the cover near where his arm rested.
Aramis lifted his hand and trailed his finger tips along the edge of her slender arm, then shoulder. The woman remained collected, not cool, but reserved for she was confused as to what role this strange man wished for her to play.
"Did you receive communion this Sunday?" he asked, running his palms over the full curve of her breasts.
"No, sir. I did not."
His hand cupped and he squeezed the pliable balls. Her nipple peaked beneath his touch and she swallowed, fighting to remain calm.
"Why not?" he asked, undoing the buttons of her sheer blouse and dipping beneath the material.
"I haven't been to church since ... his Eminence...." she falteringly stated, fearing her words to be wrong.
"One must never forget from whence He came," he solemnly announced, moving to her thigh, knee and underneath the skirt. There he discovered a splendid bush of curly locks and his eyes closed for just a second as he slithered into the wet box and warmed his fingers.
"I am quite sure you are correct," she remarked, noticing the raising of the blanket about his groin.
"I shall offer you absolution," he said, pulling her clit between two fingers and making the woman whimper with heat.
"I am in need of some," the woman said, falling over him and grinding her pelvis into the bulge that lifted the sheet.
The Cavalier winced, feeling pressure upon his wound but when the woman moved to retreat he would have none of it and insisted he was in need of suffering to wipe away his sins. In a sudden and lithe move Aramis slipped the sheet from his body and left himself completely exposed. The woman gasped happily seeing the size of his erect member. Her fingers immediately encased the fat throbbing pole and instantly she tugged and pulled its length. Aramis moaned, feeling the heaviness of her boobies topple down upon his chest. He heaved with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The woman swung her boobs around and took hold of Aramis' Pogo. Her lips consumed the wide head and her hands clasped his balls while she gently frigged the lower portion of his prick. Aramis raised up and applied his lips to the silken curled patch and lost himself for a moment in the chink between her buttocks. Applying himself to the delicious gash, he sucked and thrust his tongue alternately as the woman delivered ecstasy upon his cock. Her tongue and lips sucked, blew and tickled the head of his ballooning prick. The more furiously he sucked her cunt, the more her lips compressed the nut of his cock and her tongue sought to enter the urethra, giving him almost overpowering delight. Such a display of reciprocal efforts soon brought on the ecstatic crisis and at the instant she poured down upon his mouth, her rosy mouth received a discharge of sperm.
Some moments later they lay mutually panting and still.
"For the moment, I am tired," Aramis announced, coldly detached.
The woman lifted from the bed and looked down at the unusually handsome, yet aloof gentleman. "What will you be having for dinner?"
"Some light wine ... a little bread and some cheese. I enjoy eating simply."
"Very good, my lord," the woman said, gathering her clothes and dressing.
"Oh yes ... next time you return will you kindly bring with you a leather strap?"
Athos awoke within the room he and D'Artagnan had earlier parted from. His head was splitting with pain and his body cursed with bruises. Blinking twice, he telegraphed in upon Rachael who sat poised upon a chair in the corner.
"What happened?" he asked, lifting up, then wincing with pain.
"I do not know. The four men brought you to the room and awakened me by their noisy entrance."
"Oh," he exclaimed, dragging himself to an upright position. "Bring me that bottle," he commanded, eying the claret in front of her.
Rachael clasped the bottle about the neck and walked to him, her gloriously large hips swaying each step of the way.
"Now, sit your sweet bottom down and tell me why you stayed."
"I thought you might need me," she remarked gently.
"Is that the only reason?" he asked, smiling broadly and pinching her squarely upon the nipple of her right tit.
"You are a swine. Had I known you would be ungrateful I would have left," she snapped indignant.
"Perhaps...." Athos mused, uncorking the bottle and taking a large swallow. "Did my friend get away?"
"I assume so. He is not to be found."
"Good," Athos smiled, taking another swig. "I am pleased he managed to escape."
"Why were those men after you both?" Rachael suddenly asked.
"That, my dear girl, remains for me to know and for you to try and find out," the Musketeer wryly stated, rewarded by his suspicion.
"Pardon?" the woman innocently asked, shaking her head.
"Forget my remark, dear woman. I am a clutter of suspicion."
"You need not worry yourself about me. I am but a poor woman quite uncontrollably taken with Monsieur," she whispered in the most convincing of tones.
"I do not believe a word you speak but if you would like to convince me of your love, feel free to do so," the rueful Cavalier announced, once again gulping a large quantity of wine.
"Your wish is my command."
"Marvelous!" Athos exclaimed, throwing back the covers and exposing his still member to view. "Make it burst," he said simply.
Dropping her skirt to the floor she stepped upon the bed and stood with her legs very much apart just above the Musketeer's cock as if sighting her target.
"Don't move except to spread your hairy lips so I might take a closer look at your pretty pussy," he instructed, scooting down and looking directly up at her crack.
The woman did as she was told and Athos sighed with joy upon seeing the little scarlet penis of clit jut straight out. "Finger it for me," he commanded.
The girl's fingers immediately sought the magic button and obediently she massaged the tip and sheath in a slow deliberate fashion.
"Glorious," Athos cried, reaching for his own standing peg. "Go on ... don't stop until you have spent."
The girl's fingers moved up and down the slippery slit that became more like glass with each rub of her clit. She poked within her oozing gash, retreated to her button, then slipped to her bun-hole, probed, then retreated to her mushroom while all the while Athos looked and jerked at his ever increasing cock.
"Dear girl, what a joyous sight you offer," the Musketeer grunted, working his hand faster and faster until he saw the girl's clit swell and her tunnel convulse as she poured forth a gush of goop that sprayed his cock and triggered his knob to the size of an apple. A hot and forceful squirt of juice aimed for her gash spewed from his cock. The girl's cunt sucked as if taking the distant drops inside. Falling to her knees, then thighs, she took his member well into her box and began raising and lowering her bottom in a most lascivious way. Athos held her arms, then breasts, then hips as her movements produced another quick and sudden spending.
Pushing her to her back, the Cavalier sprang on top as Rachael started gyrating her hips. His cock felt her walls begin to tighten with each hard stroke. Digging her fingernails into his back, Rachael started to kick her legs excitedly. Clawing his arse, she cried out as the jolt of 'come' splattered inside her.
Catching his breath, Athos lifted and dropped out of her cunt. The woman attempted to leave but the Musketeer restrained her by putting his arm out and kissing her neck and ears.
"I was just going to get you something to eat," Rachael said, running her fingers through his hair.
"I've got all I want," Athos laughed, nuzzling her breasts then slipping to her navel and tonguing it. The girl giggled and squirmed as Athos made his way to between her thighs and wrapped his lips about her clit. The juices began to flow the instant the Musketeer's tongue slipped into her slot. Her belly puffed and strained as her arse revolved in a pin wheel fashion. Athos sucked and licked until the girl's mouth fell open and a low hard groan gurgled from her throat as she spilled in a flood of completion.
Slipping over her, he kissed her rock hard nipples, then crushed his lips upon her mouth. The taste of her juice set his bottom in motion and her snapping box caught his knob and sucked it inside. Her fine shapely legs curled about his waist as she worked her supple thighs in a seductive motion. Athos started pumping in and out happily, slamming his pouch against her bottom. Her walls pressured his rod and strangled his nut as she panted and moaned in ecstasy. The swelling of Athos' cock expanded her walls with each entry and as the two reached their peak they hugged tightly as their release bathed their organs in a mutual spending.
"Now, my dear...." Athos said, rolling off her, "you may get my supper."
The girl lifted from the bed in a lazy haze of afterglow, flipped on her clothing.
"Bring us another bottle of wine. We shall be together for a while," the Musketeer pronounced.
Rachael slipped from the room and Athos sluggishly yawned, lapsing into a sound and warm sleep.