MEDIEVAL DEATHFIGHT II

by Sega

5.
?What a pity, Helmuth!? puffed graff Von Bulau. ?We are not fit anymore for this kind of things! We are getting old!?
?At least, we could try her, meinherr!? laughed the knight. ?After the fight, of course! But now, believe me, what Ulrike needs most, is a hard fuck, the way strong Baldo gives her... as you can see. A Turkish general taught me this... Every soldier should have a good fuck before a battle! I tried it myself and, I must admit, it fuels your body and soul like nothing else!?
?Before, it will fuel Ulrike with a most deep sleep!? noticed the graff, looking again through the small hole.
?Of course it will! Notice that we also had to get her drunk, because otherwise, she was not willing to accept Baldo??
?Our peasants will always bewilder me,? said the graff, thoughtfully.
?It?s only the damned priests that??
?Please, Helmuth!? whispered Von Bulau.
The shepherd?s wife stood on all fours at the bed?s corner and Baldo forcefully pumped her from behind. She was holding a pillow in her arms and did her best to counter him by throwing up her ample butts, but Baldo was a magnificent, well-endowed man. His cock was thick and curved and with every bump, it sled all the way in Ulrike?s womanhood, ravaging her.
?She?s strong, damn it, now I?m sure of it!? mumbled Helmuth. ?It?s not the first time I see Baldo at work. By now, all the other women he did, were finished, graff! Look at our Ulrike! She mightily bangs him back, looking as if she wants even more of his hammer!?
?Hmm... That, I can see! Tell me how good is she at fighting, because tomorrow she won?t fuck the French woman!?
?She?s as good as any woman could be after four weeks of training! I taught her how to punch, how to kick and how to wrestle! I even taught her some special tricks I saw in Syria! There were some Mongolian soldiers based in Palmyra who used to fight in such a weird, but effective way. And, of course, I taught her some of our secret tricks, meinherr! She learned fast, I must admit.?
A series of deep groans was heard then and the two men looked in the other room. Finally, strong Baldo, out fucked the big redhead. She was still swaying upwards her terrible buttocks, but pleasure made her curl around the pillow she held tight in her arms. She propped on the ball of her feet and countered as hard as she could, but her brief moans showed clearly that she was on the verge of coming. Baldo began to bang her as fast as he could and, this time, she reasoned the shepherd?s wife who remained flat on her belly, her strong legs spread, receiving the hammering deep in her flesh.
?I wonder what the shepherd would have to say about this,? said the graff.
?She won?t tell him anything, believe me, meinherr! She really needed this! Women are just like men! Give them violence, they would enjoy a good fuck afterwards!?
Suddenly, Ulrike started to quiver and she let an high-pitched rale. She yelled endlessly, while Baldo kept pumping her dry. Then, he crumpled over her, unconsciously banging her.
?Did you find out anything about her foe?? asked the graff then.
?Only few things... She?s a strong brunette, but our Ulrike is a little taller than her. She was trained by monsieur Le Duc, a valiant knight who fought in Sicily and besieged Damietta. Her name is Blanche. She?s a locksmith?s wife.?
The graff looked at Helmuth, interogatively:
?That?s not too much... How good is she??
?The servants say she is very strong. And ruthless. She goes wild during the workout but then, so does our Ulrike... Oh! One more thing! She even defeated a young man!?
?So what? Our Ulrike defetead the strongest woman in the Schwanbrucke valley... And a whore!? hissed the graff and left.


6.
?Look at her, milord!? whispered Le Duc. ?You did a terrible choice!?
?So did she!? chuckled the marquis when seeing Blanche fully spreading her long legs. Nene, the marquis? black servant was kneeling between her parted thighs, holding her huge butts, while Blanche propped on erected arms, countering him. She was snaking like mad in the black man?s embrace, throwing her calves away, countering every of his bumps, in perfect rhythm. What pleased Le Duc most was that the locksmith?s wife was still in control, powerfully fucking back, as he enjoyed saying.
?She?s strong, milord! Remember poor Marie??
?I sure do, God bless her! She brought me a lot of money from the bets I made with the nobles...?
?Well, milord! As you can see, Blanche does better than her!?
?Perhaps she?s a better fucker than Marie! I heard that she always enjoyed a good hard cock in her shaft!?
?Nay, milord! I tell you, Blanche is stronger! Just look at her! Please, do!?
The big brunette encircled Nene?s waist with her muscled legs and began to sway her hips even harder. Her large, tense belly began to slap Nene?s belly, provoking wet slaps. The sounds seemed to fuel them both ? they started to sway hips in fast pace, harder and harder, until Nene briskly slid fully beneath Blanche?s huge butts, holding her on his thighs.
?She can be strong, but I wonder if she?ll stand his thick rod now!? said the marquis as Nene impaled the brunette on his cock?s full length. The locksmith?s wife froze and, letting a guttural moan, she embraced the man?s shoulders.
Then, she went on, snaking in his hard dick.
?Tomorrow?s the big day, Le Duc! I understand you are confident in our Blanche.?
?Most confident, milord! She?s terrible at close range combat! And her slaps are so powerful they can send even a man in dreamland! I taught her all I know, marquis! And so did Nene!?
?Nene?!?
?Your servant, milord! He comes from some faraway kingdom in Africa. They have a most rude way to fight there... It?s not chevaleresque at all, but it is most effective. And it goes terribly well for the women! Nene taught Blanche where to bite, milord, where to bite in order to inflict as much damage as possible! I even think of teaching our guards his techniques! You?ll see tomorrow!?
?How about Blanche?s foe? Do you know anything about her??
?She is slightly taller. She is at almost 10 years older. She hits harder than our Blanche, but at close range, Blanche will wipe the floor with her. She has stronger legs, but Blanche has bigger butts and I?m sure you know that a hard ass and a strong waist count most in such a fight.?
?Hmm... Who trained that German peasant??
?Helmuth, milord! He is very presumptuous, however! He says that his woman, her name is Ulrike, will surely beat Blanche!?
?And what do you think??
The loud groans made them stop the discussion. Nene had Blanche fully beneath him and, as he grabbed her round shoulders, he had enough leverage to bang her at will. The locksmith?s wife was still swaying her hips, as fast as she could, but then, she began to wail in deep pleasure, throwing her head from side to side. She banged faster and faster but, finally, the young man imposed his rythm on her. Slowly, he drove her to the brim of the bed, making her squeal in pleasure. Suddenly, she clutched to him and let a loud moan, receiving hammer after hammer that dug deep in her cunt.
?Poor Jacques!? chuckled the marquis. ?His wife will come back at our Nene, for sure!?
?Of course, milord! What else will she do next year, by this time??