Sir Randy and the Dragon

The following morning after a refreshing breakfast of lamb and eggs with a rich green tea, Randolph and Michael led by Neil, the old woman's husband, set off on horseback for The Dragon's castle, which was less than a league away. When they arrived, Randolph was in for another surprise. The castle appeared to be quite pleasant, with attractive flower gardens and lawns surrounding the entranceway. The drawbridge over the moat was down and gaily-dressed men and women were going in and out and more could be seen in the inner courtyard. The little procession stopped at a few hundred meters from the open portal. While they watched, an open carriage containing three well-dressed men, pulled by a team of four horses with a driver and a footman passed them and entered the castle. Many in the castle seemed to know the men and fond greetings were exchanged.

Neil, their guide, said, "this is as far as I can go. If my wife were to catch me inside I could never sleep again for fear of losing by manhood." With that, he turned to leave. As an afterthought he glanced over his shoulder and said, " Enjoy yourself."

Randolph, unsure as what he should do, slowly made his way to the drawbridge, followed by Michael. A very pretty young lady came forward and took the reins of his horse. "Welcome to 'The Castle of The Dragon', my name is Mary. How can we help you today?"

Randolph felt foolish, sitting on his horse in the courtyard of his perceived enemy wearing his full suit of armor. He noticed the carriage that had preceded him was now empty and that the driver and footman were seated at a table in front of what looked to be a pub. Each had a tankard of ale or mead. Thank God he had left his lance with the wagon. "I have come to find The Dragon and free all of the young people he has captive."

"There must be some mistake Sire, there are no captives here. We willingly serve The Dragon."

Sir Randy was completely perplexed. "What do you do here?"

Mary, with one hand still on his horse's bridle, put the other on his leg. "We offer lodging, food, drink and comfort for travelers. We can take care of all of your needs and cater to your every whim. Your utmost pleasure and enjoyment are our main concern. How long will you be staying, just this afternoon, a day or perhaps longer? Our weekly rates are an exceptional bargain for the services we offer."

"Ah, perhaps I will just stay the evening. How much do you charge?"

"That depends, would you like more than one attendant? The basic rate for three days with meals, treatment in the warm baths and one servant is two guineas. Each extra companion is an additional six shillings. Your page can stay, without charge."

The knight was aghast. Two Guineas was an outstanding fortune. "I -- er - ah, don't have any garments to wear other than this armor, so I best go back to my bed and breakfast where my wagon and provisions are."

Mary was not to be deterred. "Sire, we have clothing you can wear while you relax. Stay with us for at least one evening. I promise you won't be disappointed. I will give you the "new customer" discount and only charge you 10 shillings for the first night."

Randolph did not wish to appear miserly so he finally agreed. Mary called a young man to stable the two horses and to Michael she said, "Come with us and we'll get him settled in a guest bedchamber. You can get regular attire for him to wear tomorrow."

Obediently, Randolph dismounted and with Michael in tow, followed Mary into the castle, clanking his way up a flight of stairs. On the second landing she took them into a very attractive, handsomely appointed studio. She brought a garment that looked like a toga and slippers for Randy and said, "Remove your armor and change into this. I will be back in a few minutes and see to your warm bath and massage."

Michael had to help Randy remove the heavy armor. When he got down to the very basics he remembered that the under drawers were long, and had feet in them. Because he could not wear them under a toga, he discarded them. As he removed the garment, he noticed Michael staring at him, eyes wide and mouth open. "What's the matter boy? Haven't you ever seen a man nude before? Why are you looking there? Is mine any different than yours?"

Before Michael could answer, Mary came back dressed in a toga similar to Randy's. Embarrassed, Randy quickly turned his back and slipped his on. It was remarkable how light and wicked it felt with no undergarment to restrict the flow of air. While Randy fastened the sash and put on the slippers, Mary told Michael to take the armor and go to the bed and breakfast for Sir Randolph's other clothes as instructed.

Mary took the Knight by the hand and led him out of the bedchamber into the corridor. There were other men of various ages walking up and down the passageway, all accompanied by attractive young women. They were laughing, telling jokes and, in general, having a good time. There was even one matronly woman with a young, handsome man on her arm. Mary was holding Randolph's right arm tight against her body. He couldn't help but feel the fullness and firmness of her breast. They soon reached another small, private chamber that was obviously built for bathing. There was a padded table and the far end had a small pool built into the floor, about two meters square and almost one meter deep. It had steps leading down from a platform into the water, which appeared to be very warm, with wisps of steam rising from it.

Mary explained as she undid his sash, "The water in this tub is from a warm mineral spring under the Castle. It is very soothing and healthful. I'm going to give you a nice warm bath and relaxing massage before the midday meal." She dropped his garment and began to remove her robe. "Step right in sire, it is not too hot."

What she told him to do was no problem except that all he really wanted to do was to look at the stunning beauty of this luscious, partially nude woman. Her exquisiteness enthralled him and soon, without his consent, his body began to display his admiration. Embarrassed, he quickly went down the steps into the thigh deep water and knelt down so that his arousal would not be quite so evident. Although Mary noticed his appreciation of her beauty, she only snickered to herself and made no comment but she did demurely turn her back while she removed the rest of her clothing.

She gathered the washing implements, soap, a sponge and a course cloth and joined him in the tub. "Stand up and turn your back to me Sire and I will lave you. Do you like to be scrubbed briskly or gently?"

Randolph had never had treatment like this before so he was at a loss was to what to say. "Anyway at all is fine with me."

With the soap in one hand, and the sponge in the other Mary began to apply the lather to the young Knight. She started with his hair and slowly worked her way down. When she came to his buttocks she couldn't help but notice the red marks created by the healing blisters. Her hands skillfully applied the soothing soap, massaging each of the glutinous globes in turn. Much to her amusement, each gentle touch caused a contraction in the muscles of his firm posterior. She stood up close behind him, her hips against his bottom, her breasts against his back and encircled his body with her hands. She began washing his chest and slowly worked her way down to his midsection and eventually beyond. Expertly, she worked her way around a large impediment that was protruding from his groin and cleansed the two sacs that were adjuncts to it.

In due course, she re-encountered the obstacle, a very large, very firm, piece of tissue standing straight and proud from his groin. "Perhaps now would be an opportune time for your massage Sire." Without waiting for an answer, she herded him toward the steps. "Dry off and lay, face down, on the table, my lord." She looked away while he did as he was told. When he finally got into position on the table, he was disappointed to see she had put her garment back on.

After drying him off, she anointed her hands with the warm, scented oils and began to apply it to his back. When she bade him to turn over, there was no denying his appreciation for what she had been doing to him. She let out a small, involuntary gasp at the sight of such a magnificent display of his admiration.

When she put her hand on it she said, "You flatter me Sire. I hope I can be worthy of your admiration." A few deft strokes with her lubricated hands and she found he did appreciate, not only her beauty but also her ability to bring pleasure to his body. Within moments, he was adrift on a sea of ecstasy, paddling around in orgasmic bliss, wading through the rapture of climax. All too soon it was over and as pleasant as it had been, Randolph was a little disappointed that he was the only one that had been exposed to the delight of carnal satisfaction. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let this omission go unresolved or such a skillful artists go unrewarded.

There was a gentle nudge on his shoulder and her soft, soothing voice in his ear. "Wake-up Sire, you slept through the midday meal and it is almost time for supper. Put your clothes on and I will escort to back to your apartment and serve you your food."

Back in the studio, Randolph swore softly under his breath. There was Michael, arranging his clothing on the bed. Before he had an opportunity to tell Michael his services were not needed for the rest of evening, Mary chipped in, smiling at Michael, "It in is good you are here. You can help me serve the meal." She further deflated Sir Randolph's ego by telling him, "Please get dressed while we are gone, the toga is not very becoming on you."

With Michael in tow, Mary left Randolph to his own devices while they went to fetch the food. By the time they returned, the Knight, who hadn't eaten since breakfast, was fully clothed and anxiously awaiting the promised meal. Mary and Michael prepared a table in the great room of the apartment in front of the roaring hearth. The food was delicious and consisted of a huge lamb shank and dishes piled high with steaming potatoes and vegetables. Randolph was pleased that Mary joined him but was surprised that the supper setting included Michael. Although there were flagons of mead, both Mary and Michael drank sweet cider.

As they ate, Randolph explained to Mary his quest and why he had been sent here. He questioned her about the Dragon, this castle and her duties. Mary said, "Someone is gravely mistaken. All of the people here willingly serve our master, the Dragon. He is very benevolent and pays us handsome wages. We are indentured to him for one year, then, if we wish, he will send us away to one of the better universities for a promise of one or two more years when we return. I myself have just returned from two years of schooling in Barth. When I finish my services here next year, I will be qualified as a nurse and will work in the hospital."

"My brother worked for the Dragon and enjoyed a four-year universities course in the fine arts. He is now a musician and plays Viola for the King in the royal orchestra. Unfortunately, the Dragon is very old and sick. He is afraid he may not be able to continue much longer and, with no one to carry on for him, his good work may be lost."

By the time the meal was over Randolph's head was reeling from the effects of today's activities, the mead, the food and the warmth from the fire. His brain was trying to accept the fact that his quest had been a farce and that Mary was not in danger.

As if to put her problems behind her, she produced a small, stringed, musical instrument, and began to sing some of the popular songs of the day. It was not long before Randolph's head was on his chest and he was snoring softly.

Sometime through the night, Sir Randolph awoke to the pleasant aroma of fresh soap and lilacs. At first, because of the familiar aroma of the perfume, he thought he was dreaming the same dream he had long ago in his own bedroom. The warm body alongside of him was pleasant and yet somehow familiar. A hand was caressing his manhood, which had come to attention. In some dark recesses of his mind, he remembered the other evening of dreams, lilacs and velvety flesh. Before he had fully come to his senses, the soft hands around his shaft moved and the willowy body with the soft breasts repeated a pleasurable event from his past and disappeared under the covers. A moment later, a soft demanding mouth brought him to full recognition as it softly closed around his appreciative penis.

Time after time he was brought to the brink of ecstasy only to be held, teetering on the rim of the abyss of pleasure. Just at the point he thought it must finally happen, she quickly through the covers off, straddled his midsection and impaled herself upon his mighty pipe. Now, there was no question, he recognized her and remembered the time long ago, in his bedchamber, when the same creature, sent by Marianne, made a nocturnal visit to him.

As it had happened once before, the soft envelope of her body completely swallowed his blood-engorged tool. It was like heaven as she cautiously slid up and down on him. With the same care she exercised the first time, she insured that his penis was completely captured within the softness between her legs. Randolph could not contain himself and was trying to ram his implement as deeply into her as possible. He began to moan as he came closer and closer to the magical feeling that would eventually overtake his entire being.

Randy well remembered the last time this fawn like creature had visited him. That time, he fell asleep and when he awoke she was gone. He made up his mind that this would not happen again. Holding her tightly, he rolled over until he had her completely captured underneath his massive frame. By the flickering firelight, he looked down into her face to see beautiful blue eyes, long dark hair and a disturbing familiarity.

He wanted to speak to her, to tell her of so many things but the erotic sensation of her body holding him and her soft breasts in his hands was more than his mind could stand. Soon he knew that he would once again yield to the sensation of being contained in her velvety sleeve. He became aware that she was very close to the same feelings that would soon engulf him. Somehow, he was able to bank his own fires and redoubled his efforts to bring pleasure to this wonderful being. Before long, his labor of love was rewarded and she succumbed to a quivering climax. He followed her only moments later.

Later, they lay entwined in the bed, a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and buttocks. Twice more that night they made love until, exhausted, they finally slept. Randolph awoke at dawn to find her nestled, spoon like, backwards, against him. By the pale light filtering through the small casement, he could see this beautiful, fawn like creature that had shared herself with him. As she slept, he examined this fragile flower. Although he knew her to be tall, she was quite slim. She had small, beautifully formed breasts with very pink, very prominent nipples. He also knew from experience they stood out proudly when sucked upon. Somewhere, in his subconscious there was still a nagging feeling of familiarity. He certainly remembered well the night she came to his bedchamber in Prince Ralph's quarters, but that was not what was bothering him now.

Suddenly it came to him! With his hand he arranged her hair so that was hidden as if under a cap. It was Michael! The sharp facial expressions of his young page were undeniable.

With a jolt he roused this sleeping beauty. "Who are you! Are you Michael? Why have you misled me? All this time I thought you were a young lad."

She sat upright against the headboard and coyly, pulled the covers up to her chin. "Please forgive me sire, my name is Michelle and Marianne asked me to come with you, to ensure you were safe."

"You are the same one who came to me almost a year ago at the Castle. You told me at that time Marianne had sent you to take care of me. Are you always at her beck and call?"

There were tears in Michelle's eyes when she spoke. "I begged Marianne to let me come with you. I had never forgotten the evening we spent together and the rapture we shared. I knew I had to be with you again. Please forgive me but I just couldn't help myself."

Randolph's heart went out to this creature and he couldn't help but remember what they had enjoyed the previous night and the time in his own bedroom so long ago. "Please don't cry, I am not angry with you. You should know I searched high and low for you before. Why did you run away then?"

She dried her eyes and smiled a little. "I know that you looked for me. Marianne told me about your search but she said I must stay away from you because she didn't want her half-sister to be involved with the man that had fathered her child. Then, when you began seeing my mother and Aunt Agnes, I couldn't let my mother know that I even knew you. Aunt Agnes knew all along. She helped me to convince Marianne that I should come with you on this quest."

He moved up to her and took her in his arms. When he kissed her, her mouth was like clouds, soft and yielding with a clean, fresh taste. He was afraid that his own would be a little rancid after the activities of the evening but she didn't seem to mind. As they kissed, he could feel his body responding to her as it had last night but this time there was a difference. He not only wanted to make love to her, he also wanted to love her.

And he did, or rather they did. For hours they displayed their love for each other, sometimes through simple caresses and other times through elaborate entwining of their bodies, arms and legs. A short time before midmorning, there was a light rap on the door and Mary came in bearing a tray of breakfast foods. She smiled when she saw the rumpled bed and Michelle coyly covering herself with the counterpane. Randy quickly slid the toga over his head.

Randolph caught the sly wink towards Michelle when Mary said, "I hope you had a good evening and everything was to your satisfaction sire and madam."

Before Sir Randy could answer, Michelle bubbled, "Thank you so very much for helping us, Mary. Randolph and I have rediscovered each other and I don't think either of us will let the other go again."

Mary smiled, "I am pleased that everything worked out for both of you. Now, I have a surprise. I told Sir Griffin about you Sir Randolph, your quest and this young lady masquerading as a page. He said he would like to meet you."

"Who is Sir Griffin?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, The Dragon's real name is Sir Griffin, The Duke of Philter. He got the nickname "The Dragon" when he was young and was a fierce warrior in the king's service. A griffin is a mythical being with the body and hind legs of a lion and the head, wings and claws of an Eagle, hence he became known as "The Dragon." He retired from his Majesty service some many years ago. But this is up to him to tell you his story. He has asked that you visit with him this evening for supper." She looked directly at Michelle before she said; "I will come back and fetch you at that time if it is acceptable. In the meantime, I have brought you breakfast and you have the rest of the day to do as you wish. There are bathing facilities in the next chamber. I will leave you now to your own pleasures."

They ate a little of the food but Randolph was far more interested in rediscovering Michelle. By mutual consent, they adjourned to the warm tub and bathed each other. It was an enjoyable pastime but Randolph could not allow his hands to slide over Michelle soft body without getting excited and very soon as was necessary to go back into the bedchamber. Once there and with some embarrassment he said, "I remember last night and the first night you came to me. You did something to me that only Marianne had done before. I enjoyed it very much and she taught me something that I would like to share with you. Would you allow me to kiss you as you did me?"