Sir Henry And The Wood Nymph

This was not a good idea, Henry thought.

The banquet was nearly over and still she was nowhere to be seen, the ‘damsel of his dreams’. He knew he would know her when he seen her, but so far, there had been no sign, even before the start of the banquet, when he had changed from his armor into more comfortable, not to mention practical garb for the feast, he had searched some of the more public areas of the hotel, to no avail.

I thought this would be fun, release stress from work, he mused, but thus far he couldn’t be more strung out, running his hand through his graying hair, he decided to return to his room and change back into his armor for the formal ball.

He had almost reached his room when he heard giggling from around the corner of the corridor, before he saw who was approaching he already knew who it was: ‘The Sisters’.
Young, shapely, both dark haired, though one shorter than the other, the taller of the two obviously of Latin descent. Both women were sultry and beautiful, enhanced by their revealing costumes of tight and tattered leathers, like a pair of medieval warrior witches from some mysterious satanic cult, priestesses enslaved to passion. Back in the ‘real world’ at the office, even though they were in a relationship with each other, they had always made it no secret that they were open to male company and Henry had always been one of their targets.

“This is going to be tough to resist”, Henry sighed to himself.

“Ah, Sir Henry”, the smaller girl beamed, “We have been looking for you”, the taller woman continued.

“Ladies”, Henry tersely nodded his greeting, awkwardly hoping that they would not linger and let him pass, half hoping that they would.

“We were wondering”, said Melina, the taller woman, moving closer and running her hand up his thigh, “if you could help us with a little something”, she smiled broadly, her hand deftly caressing the bulge in his tight trousers. “We were wondering more if we could help you out of something”, said Sarah, the other woman, as she slid her hand inside his trousers touching him directly, firmly taking him in her hand and beginning to massage slowly.

“Sarah, Melina…I….I”, Henry faltered as he could feel himself quickly stiffening, the sensation of pleasure temporarily rending him unable to voice the words he was trying to say. Before he had a chance, Melina had pulled his trousers down to his knees and had taken his tip in her mouth gently working it with her tongue as Sarah stroked his shaft. Sarah had pulled aside the flimsy material from her left breast and had placed Henry’s hand there, sighing softly as Henry instinctually, unconsciously began to tease her already erect nipple with his fingers.

Henry leaned back against the wall, forgetting for a moment his surroundings, his predicament and his quest as he slowly succumbed to Melina and Sarah’s expert handling. Sarah caressed his balls as Melina worked his member harder and faster, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, occasionally flicking his head frantically then stopping to slowly lick him from root to tip. As she did this, he found himself running his hand down Sarah’s stomach, urgently seeking the prize between her legs.

Just as his fingers groped closer, reaching the point where he knew he would never be able to pull away from these two wild beauties, he remembered his wife. “I can’t”, he said, “I can’t go any further”, he said, pulling away with great reluctance and great difficulty. “I am an honored knight”, he proclaimed proudly, slipping back into character, “I have vows that I must uphold”, he added, struggling to pull his trousers back up over his stiff manhood.

Melina and Sarah looked at him, dejected and silent for a moment before the sparkle returned to their eyes as the exchanged glances. “Someday, Sir Henry, you will be ours”, said Sarah cheerily, “but I guess, for now, Melina and I will just have to keep each other company”, she continued, turning to her companion who was biting her lip seductively in anticipation. Without a second thought to Henry, the two women engulfed each other in a flurry of passion, right there in the hallway, not even bothering to wait to head off to their room. Henry watched them for some moments, even more aroused, before finally moving away, gladly leaving the moans of pleasure behind him, though not without some lingering regret.

This was certainly not what I expected, he thought to himself in his room as he put on his armor. Life had been tough lately, work had been hard and busy, for both himself and his wife, keeping them apart for long periods and when they were together, neither of them often had the inclination nor the energy for intimacy and it was starting to strain there relationship. He had not wanted to come to this company Halloween Ball in the first place, but she had persuaded him, saying that this would be their chance to relax, maybe freshen things up a bit.

The medieval theme had given Grace the idea that maybe they should even spice things up further, make things a little interesting. She suggested that they arrive at the ball separately, not revealing to each other their costumes, pretend that they did not know each other. Assuming he would attend as a nobleman or a knight, she had set him the ‘quest’ of finding his damsel, his maiden, his lady. Her. Yet, so far there had been no sign of her and he began to think if this was a good idea at all and he was beginning to regret even more not taking Sarah and Melina up on their offer.

Still, he thought to himself, shaking the memory of the two women from his mind, there are a few places here that he could still check, so he might as well see this thing through. Awkwardly clanking in his full suit of armor, his sight limited by his helmet, he made his way back to the main ballroom to find his love.

Again, though, things did not go well. Familiar faces swam into view and faded again from his vision, none of them the face that he sought. Becoming more and more despondent, he headed out into the hotel’s ample gardens to get some air.

In the garden, under the clear night sky there were couples walking here and there or sitting on benches, but no-one he knew as he made his way along the main path. Before him rose the towering shape of the stone fountain, the centerpiece of the gardens, the ever present sound of water tinkling as it was sprayed up into a large umbrella, before falling back into the fountains pool below. Grace would have loved this, he thought.

It was then that he saw her, standing by the fountain.

In that moment, he thought he had never seen such beauty. She stood in a glow, caught in one of the fountain’s spotlights, wearing a green dress, the long skirt layered and flared out, blowing and rippling in the breeze like long summer grass. The dress drew in tightly at the waist, hugging and accentuating her figure, continuing its tight contour up over her breasts, which were finely highlighted by the low cut, round neck, showing off an ample cleavage. Her blue eyes shimmered like the water and her once blonde hair, now dyed a startling red-amber tumbled down to her waist.

He approached her, almost dumbstruck, not even at all sure that this was actually Grace, the transformation was so startling. She always was a beautiful woman, but now, here, playing this role and dressed as she was he could truly appreciate just how beautiful she was. He took long moments savoring it, before he finally removed his helmet.

“My Lady”, he greeted her, bowing low.

“My Lord”, she replied, cocking her head slightly to the side, a welcoming smile crossing her face.

“I am Sir Henry”, he stated formally “and I can honestly say, I have never seen your like before….” he trailed off, words failing him.

“My name is Meggan, I am a wood nymph”, she said “not many people have seen any of my kind before Lord, we are a secretive people”.

“Then the world is truly diminished with this loss, for you are truly exquisite”, Henry replied, sticking to his character, though answering quite honestly.

“Your words are as delightful as they are kind, my Lord”, Grace retorted, “though I wonder, why are you here?”

“I have been searching, my Lady. Searching for beauty. Searching for love”, he answered gravely.

Her eyes lit up, hardly able to contain herself “Both you have now found I think, Sir”, she said, much to his joy.

“My Lady, would you care to venture inside with me, would you join me in a dance?” he asked.

“Sir Henry, there is only one dance in which I can partake. The dance of nature”, she paused, “the dance of joining”, she said, staring at him intently.

“My Lady”, Henry said, somewhat downtrodden, I am a Knight of The Realm, I am bound by a code of honor and vows I must uphold….”

“Sir Henry”, she interjected, “you will lose no honor, as I am bound to you. I am your chosen; I am to be your Lady”.

Henry stood for a second, smiling, almost slipping from character as he knew exactly what she was getting at, though he quickly composed himself. “Then my Lady”, he said finally, “perhaps we should go inside so that we may perform your dance”.

They did not stand on ceremony. It did not take them long to return to Henry’s room and it took even less time to remove Henry from his armor. She gently pushed him back, naked onto the bed, standing before him smiling. “I see my Lord has one weapon that he has not removed”, she laughed.

“Yes”, he said proudly with absolutely no guilt towards the fact that his member was already fully erect. “I carry my lance with me everywhere”, he too laughed at the corny tone of the humor.

“Then perhaps we should give such a magnificent weapon something to spar with”, Grace whispered in response.

Henry lay there transfixed as she slowly, gracefully started pulling her green dress down from the shoulders, revealing perfect, milky-white skin. The dress slid over her full breasts, the neck hem briefly tugging down on her erect nipples before they too sprang free, revealing her chest in all its glory.

Henry’s eyes could not linger long as she slipped the dress lower, past her waist and slowly over the gentle sweep of her hips until at last it dropped to the floor, revealing her full body, his eyes looked her over slowly, drawn to the thin, neat strip of hair between her legs.

She did not give him long to savor the sight however as she dropped to her knees and for the second time that night, he found himself taken between a warm and welcoming pair of lips.

This was different from earlier, when Melina had set about him frantically. Grace took him in slowly at first, lovingly, in no need to rush the moment, just gently stroking backwards and forwards with her mouth.

He let out a groan of pleasure as she increased the pressure and pace, her hands working up and down his inner thighs, her fingernails tracing little tracks of intense gratification. He could have let her continue until he was done, but they both knew that was not to be tonight, they both desperately wanted something different.

She slid up his body, kissing as she went, his stomach, his chest, taking one of his nipples between her lips and tweaking it ever so gently with her teeth, until they were finally eye to eye, kissing deeply, her tongue dancing with his, an urgent look in her eye. Gently guiding with his hand, he lifted her off and made her lie face down on the bed.

He hovered over her, his upper body held up by his arms, flicked her hair to one side and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He descended lower, kissing until he reached the nape of her back where he rose up, sitting and began to massage her shoulders. She let out a deep sigh as he worked lower, down her spine until again, he reached the nape of her back.

Henry urged her to rise up onto all fours and Grace was only to willing to oblige. Her legs spread and her back slightly arched, she waited, expectantly, her breathing faster and shorter, but she did not receive the penetration she was expecting. Instead, Henry leaned forward and began kissing and licking her ass, the touch making her cry out involuntarily and arch her back deeper.  He worked lower and lower until he slid between her lips, delving into her, her cries becoming more frequent as he probed and lapped at her.

She was beginning to become lost in the rising bliss, wondering how much more she could take, when he pulled his face clear and re-positioning himself, he thrust slowly but deeply into her from behind.

They both moaned in unison at the overwhelming sensation of the penetration, feeling the heat of each other intensifying the stimulation, Henry turned on even more by her wetness. He began to thrust slowly at first, trying to keep composure, but they were both past the point of control, lust and a desperation had set in and it was not long before they were out of control, wildly crashing there bodies against each other as Henry pulsed his hips, driving into her as deeply and as quickly as he could.

He moved his hands from her shoulders down to caress her ass, as they rode towards conclusion, to his surprise as he gently squeezed her cheeks she began to let go, unable to hold back any longer. As she bucked and cried beneath him, flooding his already slick cock with more warm juice, he too, could take no more, with a few more frantic thrusts, he came, his hands locked on her ass as he surged inside her.

They lay on the bed, facing each other, their breath ragged, sprinkled in a sheen of sweat and mingled juices, a contented smile on each of their faces from what had transpired. Despite their frantic and vigorous actions, they were both so aroused by each other that this proved not to be their only ‘dance’ of the night, Sir Henry and his Lady Meggan, the wood nymph continued on late into the night, until they were utterly spent.

“Now tell me this wasn’t a good idea”, Grace said to Henry, smiling, as he awoke in the morning.