The Lady of Constance Keep [Fiction] [MF]

Lady Natasha Tannis is the wife of Lord Reginald Tannis, she is a woman of forty three years, all of which were good to her, leaving her with youthful looks and a body to rival women half her age. Natasha was only of average height, her voluptuous body and stunning good looks turned they eye of every nobleman in the region. She had long blonde hair descending past her shoulder and her eyes were a mesmerising shade of blue. Lord Reginald was one of the most influential men in the entire kingdom, controlling swathes of land in the Nerrick Forest and the surrounding regions. Being a man of such import took a great toll on their marriage as his presence was so often required elsewhere, tending to his interests. She remembers the day she was told she would be wed to Reginald, wed into the family of Tannis. Her family’s assets were by no means modest, but when compared to the vast sum the Tannis family commanded, she may as well have been a pauper. It was what every Lord in the kingdom dreamt of, marrying their daughter to a man whose wealth and status exceeded their own, but this was Reginald Fucking Tannis, The man’s family shit gold. In his youth he was the most desirable man in the kingdom; he was tall, handsome, rich and had more influence than any other family, save those of royal birth. A man who was such an ideal husband could surely have nothing in the way of short comings, could he?

Natasha and Reginald were wed and the start of their marriage was all that any couple could ask for, their lands were prosperous and they were blessed with a son, Roderick, who would one day inherit all that the Tannis family had worked to build. As the months turned into years, it became more and more apparent to Natasha that Reginald, like all the Tannis men before him had no interest in raising a family. Reginald wanted to forge a dynasty, a lineage that would last a thousand years only growing in its power and influence. In the beginning their bed chambers were filled with the air of passion and two young lovers often caught in each other’s embrace but as Reginald’s business interests took root and flourished, Natasha found herself taking to her bed alone with increasing frequency. While in the beginning Reginald held passion for his wife, what passion remained would slowly diminish. All desire and drive he had in the bedroom shifted to his purse. Now Natasha spends her days in the grounds of Constance Keep longing for the day someone if not her husband would come and embrace her, fulfilling her desires. Her youthful passions had turned into frustrations and insatiable lust.

Dawn crested the peaks of the mountains that lay to the east, the sun’s warm glow shining directly on to the top floor balcony of Constance Keep. In her husband’s absence Natasha had taken to eating her breakfast there, enjoying the peace and tranquillity it brought. Leaving the silverware on the table to be cleared away, Natasha left the balcony descending the stairs of the tower to the adjoining hall, upon stepping through the archway Natasha was confronted with a large fearsome figure standing several metres from her person, it was an orc. The warrior stood a foot taller than she, large plate pauldrons adorning his shoulders and a battle-axe mighty enough to cleave a human man in two clenched tightly in his fist. Letting out a terrified scream Natasha turned and ran back towards the stairs of the tower, but to no avail. The orc easily closed the distance between the pair before Natasha could gain any ground, with ease he grasped Natasha’s right and cast her aside, slamming her back first into the wall. Looking down at the beautiful human specimen that lay before him, the orc felt an emotion he thought not to feel during a raid on a human keep, lust.

“Many of my warriors have been lost in the taking of this keep, human filth.” The orc drew closer to Natasha. “You will pay for their deaths sorely before I take your life for in exchange for theirs.” He slammed his axe’s head down into the wooden flooring, burying it so deep it would take five men to dislodge it. Unbuckling the straps on his pauldrons, the heavy plate armour came crashing to the ground inches from Natasha causing a sound likely heard by all who survived the massacre at the keep. The orc’s hands fell to his trousers, lowering them to the floor to reveal a cock that even the most well-endowed human could not even compare to. The orc forcefully grabbed Natasha by both arms, hauling her into the air until her face was inches from his, she could see the feral beast lurking behind his eyes and she could smell stench of blood about him, he stared her dead in the eyes and began to speak.

“Wake up my lady.” The voice was soft, far too soft for an orc of his terrifying stature.

“Wake up” The voice came again. Natasha shook herself awake to find her handmaiden Tyanna at the foot of her bed.

“My lady, your breakfast is waiting on the balcony.” Natasha was relieved to discover that her ordeal was only a dream but it showed to her how frustrated she was that her mind would conjure such a traumatic series of events. Without a word, Natasha rose from her bed dressed herself and made her way to the balcony with an air of caution while moving through the corridor.

The warm summer air of Nerrick Forest always caressed the highest balconies of Constance Keep which is why Natasha would often take her breakfast there. It provided a fine distraction from the world around her, a place for her to be at peace before the day began. The day to day running of the Tannis estate was handled by the Keep’s Seneschal and other administration staff leaving Natasha with precious little in the way of truly important tasks so she had to occupy her time with other things. Constance keep had a set of gardens nestled off in the northernmost part of the grounds. She would occupy her time in the gardens, tending the plants and enjoying the peace when the occasional matter pertaining to the lady of the land did not require her presence. While spending time in the gardens was a most enjoyable hobby of hers, once the midday sun had passed there was not a great deal left to do there. In the warmth of the afternoon sun, the gardens became a most relaxing place within the grounds to practise her sewing. All young women in the kingdom, be they lowborn or noble would learn some kind of craft and Natasha took to sewing like a fish to water. The wealth of her husband was vast and with a vast fortune comes a vast estate. Of late Natasha had taken to strolling throughout the expansive grounds of her home, taking in the sights offered by the surrounding vistas of Nerrick Forest and enjoying the company of the servants and workers in the grounds so often ignored by the disinterested gaze of her husband. As the sun moved ever further through the sky, evening meal approached drawing the attention of the servants so Natasha would not tarry too much longer outside of the keep. Making her way back through the corridors, Natasha overheard noises coming from her husband’s study. It was odd because the room was never in use when her husband was not at home and at this moment he was in Western Reaches establishing trade with the settlements there. Quietly moving towards the door to the study Natasha found it ajar, before entering the room she peered through the gap to find a servant girl and a guard mid embrace. Her first instinct was to burst into the room and break up what she saw but seeing the two young lovers entwined piqued her curiosity. She recognised the servant girl as the petite cup bearer she would often see in the great hall, the name escaped her but that pretty face and beautiful flowing red hair was unmistakable. The young woman was twenty years of age and stunning, were she born a noble she would have been snapped up in an instant by an eligible suitor. The guard she did not recognise as their faces were often obscured by the helmets they wore. Seeing the two together stirred something primal within Natasha. The guard had picked the servant girl up and had her pressed against a wall, her petite frame easily lifted by the large build of the guard. The moans escaping the servant’s mouth must have been echoing throughout the whole keep, they were almost feral. Natasha was over ten metres back from the pair but she could see clear as day the guard’s impressive length sliding in and out of the servant, with every thrust he was burying what she thought to be at least nine inches inside the girl. Soon the lustful stirrings within Natasha turned to envy as she burst into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Natasha demanded. The pair instantly began to fumble trying to quickly compose themselves, for the servant girl it was a simple matter of lowering her dress but for the guard it was much more difficult. Stowing that magnificent cock was a simple task when it was to be rammed in the warm wet waiting embrace of a servant girl but when he is trying to stash it away in his trouser while the lady of the keep watched on, it proved to be a monumentally difficult task which he barely completed.

“We are sorry milady” The Servant girl timidly uttered.

“I should damn well expect you are. Girl, return to the kitchens. Guard, get back to your post before your captain hears of this.” Natasha Scolded. The two young lovers scurried off, quickly Natasha’s anger returned to insatiable lust. She was lady of this house, she could have ordered the servant girl to leave and commanded the guard to bend her over her husband’s desk and unleash his fury and vigour upon her, to bury every inch of his manhood inside her until she is left a quivering satisfied wreck on the floor. She could have ordered him to visit her bed chambers every night if she wanted to, hell, he could have brought the servant girl too but she issued no such command. Natasha did not know if it was propriety or cowardice that prevented her from giving such a command but she cursed herself every step of the way until she reached the dining hall.

Dinner was often a dull affair in the absence of her husband. When he was away the great hall was occupied by only Lady Natasha, Captain Rayne who was head of the guard and a few other administrators that worked within the Tannis household. Natasha had to suffer through the banal conversation spouted by her husband’s toadies as all they would discuss was the dismal business that drew her husband away from the keep for most of the year. When the food was finished and the staff returned to the evening duties, Natasha was finally free to leave the hall. She would return to her balcony to enjoy the calm forest air and the company of her handmaiden Tyanna before the setting of the sun when Natasha would adjourn to her bedroom to sleep.

Constance Keep lay deep within Nerrick forest, while the forest may protect a keep from a large army approaching in force, the dense foliage and thick treeline would however allow a lone assailant to approach the keep with ease. The main gate was guarded by two sentries and they would watch it tireless, at least until it was time for the new watch to begin. As the guards turned to head towards the inn, a cloaked figure emerged from the bushes and darted through the gate diving behind the stables before the second watch could appear. Moving swiftly between the buildings, the figure made his way to the keeps eastern side, pressing his back upon it so as to survey his surroundings and ensure he had not been detected. Once he was sure that his presence remained unnoticed, his hands slipped beneath his cloak to draw out a grappling hook that he would use to scale the walls. Swinging the hook, he tossed it high into the air for it to latch onto the battlements of the balcony above him. Once he was sure it was secured the cloaked figure began his ascent. The climb was difficult but the risk was well worth it to break into the keep belonging to the Tannis family. Reaching the balcony, the thief found a few pieces of silverware on the tables but nothing worth stealing so he moved inside. The objective of this infiltration was to steal the jewels that would usually adorn the neck of Lady Natasha. Being cautious to dodge the roaming guards, the thief moved slowly through the keep until he found his way into Natasha’s bedroom where he began to scope out the room looking for the valuables that he sought. On Natasha’s nightstand he found the most exquisite diamond necklace, even in the low light of the room the gem shone bright like the midday sun. Swiping the necklace carefully from the nightstand the thief slowly made his way across the room before he heard a deafening scream coming from behind him.

“Guards!” Natasha screamed. “Guards there is an intruder.”

The lone figure had seconds to react before two guards stormed the room with one of them tackling the assailant to the ground while other check on Lady Natasha. The thief began to struggle as he was hauled to his feet to no avail as the second guard re-joined his comrade in subduing the intruder. Only a moment passed before the captain of the guard burst into the room flanked by two more guards. After checking Natasha was ok, Rayne stormed over to the thief and ripped off his face mask. As it fell away his face was revealed. The man sported a rugged look with long blonde hair and a short beard. The captain said nothing to the thief but turned to Natasha.

“Fear not my lady, we shall see his head to the top of a pike first thing in the morning but in the mean time we shall leave this bastard to stew in the dungeon.” With not a word more the guards dragged the thief out of the room and replaced the necklace on the nightstand.

Natasha lay shaken in her bed wondering at first how a man such as he made his way into her room with such a contingent of guards on her estate. As she lay awake thinking of the ordeal her mind wandered from the fear of a thief robbing her in her sleep to the man’s looks. She admitted to herself that while it was a disturbing thought, him creeping around in her bedroom, her lust began to get the better of her. Natasha wondering what would have happened if she arranged this rogue to enter the keep under the cover of darkness. She tried to cast the mind from her head but the more she tried the more she thought about it, she could not cast the thought of the handsome rogue ravishing her while the sentries stood guard outside believing her asleep. After tossing and turning in her bed she could stand the thoughts no longer. She rose from her bed and donned her night dress before leaving her room to make her way to the dungeons. The guards outside her room had been doubled since the incident but she waved them off and commanded they remain at their post explaining she wanted to walk the grounds to clear her head. Descending the stairs of the keep she carefully made her way through the keep until she reached the entrance to the dungeon. She expected to find a guard that she would have to sneak past but instead she found a fat guard deep in sleep with his feet up on the nearby table with an empty tankard on the floor, on the table itself lay the keys to the dungeon and all of the cells within, she spirited them away and entered, locking the door behind her so as to not arouse suspicion.

Inside the dungeon there were five cells each two metres by four metres with a bucket and bedroll on the floor. Natasha approached the cell containing the thief to find him asleep on the bedroll.

“You there, thief.” Natasha said. The thief opened his eyes and sat up.

“Ah well if it isn’t her ladyship.” He replied. “If you came to hear me beg before my execution, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“I’m not here for your words thief, I’m here for something else. In the morning the captain of my guard is going to remove your head and place it squarely on a pike, I am here to offer you an alternative.” Natasha explained.

“An alternative? What kind of alternative might that be?” The thief questioned.

“You are going to fuck me like your life depends on it because quite frankly. It does.”

The thief rose to his feet and walked towards the bars of his cell and looked Natasha dead in her eyes.

“What would possess a lady of such status to want the cock of a lowborn such as myself?” He questioned.

“My husband is a very rich man but all of his attention is focused on staying that way and not spending time with me as my husband. You provide me with the release I so crave without the attached risk that would be present if I were to lay with one of my guards or a servant. Once your task is completed I will set you free and our exchange will be complete.” Natasha offered.

“What is to stop me telling your husband or anyone about this for that matter?” The thief retorted.

“No one would believe you, that is why. You think they would believe a scoundrel like you slipped his cock inside a woman of my status? Even if you were to bring this tale to my husband, he would have your head removed and the captain of the guard would back up my story that you tried to rob me. No one would ever believe you.” She stated.

“Very well your ladyship, the bargain is struck!” The thief exclaimed.

“Open my Cell and we can begin.”

“I hardly think so.” Natasha countered. “You are going to remain on that side of these bars until we are done.” Without a word Natasha slipped her hand between the bars and placed it on top of the thief’s trousers to be greeted by a large bulge beneath. As she began to rub her hand over the bulge she felt it growing in size.

“Remove your trousers.” Natasha ordered.

The thief did so quickly and without question. As soon as his length was freed Natasha had it in hand, as she worked her hand up and down his shaft she could feel it growing even more. When the thief’s cock reached its full length, it was over ten inches long allowing her to easily wrap two hands around it. As her hands ran up and down his long throbbing shaft Natasha felt a strong surge of desire erupt from within her, she suddenly dropped to her knees and allowed her mouth to fall onto the thief’s cock welcoming his girth into her waiting mouth. It has been years since she has had a man in her mouth, the warmth of it, the thrill of it. It excited her more than anything had in the last decade. Her hands were still plying their craft so expertly, running their firm grip up and down ever in awe of the thief’s manhood, her tongue running circles of its head. The excitement had been building within her since she began the walk to the dungeons and now it had spread throughout her entire body, her time had come. With one smooth motion Natasha placed her hands on the thief’s ass and moved her mouth down his shaft drawing the tip of his cock all the way to the back of her throat before removing it and rising to her feet. She turned her back to the thief and slowly raised her night dress until her lower half was revealed. The thief could not believe his luck, he arrived at the keep earlier in the night to rob one of the richest women in the kingdom and now his cock was about to be deep inside her. Natasha lowered herself onto the thief’s impressive length, while it only took a second, for her it felt like an eternity. She has wanted to be fucked properly for years. Her husband was no longer interested in their bed, he used to embrace her on his return but those days are no longer. When the thief’s cock slowly made its way inside Natasha it took all of her strength to not let out a moan of pure ecstasy, she felt hands roughly grab her ass as the thief held her to keep her still so that his manhood could find its mark with every forceful thrust. While this sordid encounter may have started with an air of caution, all of the caution had been thrown to the wind as the thief was thrusting his meat deeper and deeper inside Natasha with every passing second, she was no virgin but this man was reaching place’s within her that no one before him was capable of doing. The longer her lover was pounding her, the more aroused she became. The moans became harder and harder to stifle, before long it became too much for her to bear. Natasha stepped away from the man to grab the keys and hurriedly opened the jail cell. As she stepped into the cell she felt a hand grasp her throat, had she made a mistake entering the cell with this man she thought. The thief roughly kissed her lips before pushing her against the wall, his hand still upon her throat. The thief raised her left leg up to rest it on his hip and he slipped his cock within her once more. Natasha heart raced when she felt his magnificent cock return to her once more but this was different, feeling his tight grasp at her throat added a heightened sense of pleasure to the already orgasmic fucking she was receiving at the hands of this scoundrel. Was it that she was struggling to breathe adding a sense of danger to the encounter or that her lover was not interested in making love to her? He was only interested in fucking her and that made this one of the most intense nights of her life. As Natasha felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head she was abruptly dragged to the floor by the thief, he was wasting no time with being gentle. She was forced to the ground and onto the bedroll. She scraped her knees upon reaching the ground but she cared not because it only added a new sensation to her experience. As she attempted to place her hands beneath her to stabilise herself on the bedroll she felt a hand grasp her hair on the side of her head and force the other side down onto the fabric. Once more she felt that incredible length push it’s was inside her. The thief was holding her head down with one while the other reached around to grasp the neck of her night dress, with one swift movement he tore the dress down to her naval exposing her breasts. She felt his free and firmly grasp one of her breasts before he pinched her nipple tightly. She was overwhelmed. Her husband had always been so proper, no aggression or sense of adventure in the bedroom, the sensations of this night were opening her eyes to something she had long been blind to. All of this was so new to her, before this night she was a woman with higher status than almost any other, a woman of noble breeding. Now here she was, in a dark dingy dungeon cell with a man who tried to rob her hours earlier being fucked like a ten copper whore. On top of all of these new experiences she was enjoying, something was stirring within her, it was building with such intensity within a few seconds it built to the point where she could no longer hold it. Letting out a scream that she could not contain, Natasha climaxed for the first time in her life, it was almost mind numbing to her. She was not however the only one who was nearing completion, the long hard thrusts had increased in their intensity, Natasha could hear the thief groaning as he was reaching his climax. With one final groan the thief spilled his seed deep inside Natasha. The thief slowly pulled his cock out and rose to his feet before putting his trousers back on.

“Well that certainly was an experience your ladyship.” The thief proclaimed.

“It was indeed… What was your name thief?” Natasha asked.

“Edward, my lady.” The thief replied.

“You must return to me at some point Edward.” Natasha demanded.

“I will my lady, I assure you of that and if you are lucky I will bring a friend with me.” Edward said slyly.

“I cannot wait.” Natasha moaned before slumping to the floor on the bedroll. Without any more words between the two, Edward slipped out of the dungeon discarding the keys at the door.

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