More Than What We Are

Lisbon, Portugal

He enjoyed his days away from the castle. It provided him with the perfect release. It was like being a young man on an adventure. It was sweet. He was on her back with all eight inches buried in her pussy. Wet, gushy, warm. Tight. He kissed her neck, “I wish you lived in the castle, I hate only seeing you when I can get away,” he confessed.

Her hand touched his face, “Your wife would never allow it.”

At one point, they did live in the castle but once Queen Marie saw how King Tomas’s eyes were always gazing upon Aminata’s rich chocolate skin; she ordered him to remove her and the rest of her family. She knew they were engaged in sexual acts but she didn’t want it in her face. She had a secret lover of her own but she was so discrete, King Tomas was certain that he was the only man that his wife had ever been with.

Just as they were reaching the height of their orgasms, there was a knock. They paused. Yande spoke, “Mother, I am going to the market.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Just resting. I’ll see you when you return.”

They heard her walk away. He dug deeper and gasped, “Ahhhhh,” he moaned and later rolled to the right, “I hate that I must leave today but I have been gone for three days.”

She smiled, “It’s been the best three days. I am happy that you came to visit me.”

“Always, my love.”

*****

It was a perfect day. The market was busy. Prince Lorenzo walked alongside his younger cousin Prince Cristian. They recapped the dinner for the fourth time since he was there. Lorenzo had been married for a year. His wife Charlotte was from Frankia. He enjoyed being married. His wife was not only pretty; she was kind.

Cristian had reservations about his choice. “I only picked her because she was the prettiest but I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.”

Lorenzo chuckled, “You could just have cold feet. Maybe you don’t want to give up your freedom.”

“It’s not that. It’s just—” his sentence was cut short. He stared ahead at a vision of loveliness. Lorenzo looked at him and then he followed his eyes. He smiled.

“It’s my cousin, Lady Yande,” he said smiling. He walked over to the fabric merchant where Yande stood inspecting pieces of cloth.

Cristian hurried to keep pace with Lorenzo. Lorenzo spoke, “Cousin, how are you?” he asked.

She turned and smiled, “Prince Lorenzo,” she nodded, “I am well.” Her high cheekbones glowed in the sunlight. Her green eyes shined.

“You remember my cousin, Cristian. Prince of Spain.”

She nodded, “I do. It’s been about a decade has it not?”

He nodded “It has. You are still as lovely as I remember.”

She blushed, “Thank you, Prince Christian.” She turned to Lorenzo, “I heard that Charlotte is with child; are you excited?”

“Indeed we both are.”

“I am so very happy for you both.”

“You should visit the castle more often. Charlotte rather loves your company and I know your grandmother misses seeing you as well.”

“I would if my presence didn’t upset your mother so.”

“My mother, yes, she can be quite the challenge.”

“How is your father?”

“He’s been away on business. He should be back today.”

“Send him my love. I’ve always appreciated how well your father has treated us. He’s a kind man.”

He nodded.

“It was nice seeing you again Prince Cristian.”

They watched as she walked away. She was shapely. She didn’t wear the traditional dresses that the other women wore. Her attire was bright and colorful. It tended to show off various aspects of her lean muscular body.

Lorenzo hit his cousin’s arm, “Now, don’t tell me you still have eyes for Yande.”

“I wish I could tell you that I don’t.”

“Then just ask for her hand.”

“My father would never allow it.”

“Maybe he would. It’s my mother who is always in his ear.”

“You’re right. He does tend to listen to her advice. How can I get her to change her mind about Yande? She would be perfect for me.”

“The only way would be to make Lady Celeste less attractive in her eyes. My mother is always about the better advantage. Lady Yande has land, she has favor with my father, she is fair—”

“She has African Blood. The Queen does not approve of it.”

He sighed, “She can’t change her blood. She is who she is. Besides. My wife Charlotte has a great-grandmother of African descent.”

“Does your mother know?”

He shook his head, “Charlotte worries that one of our babies could be born brown but I do not care. I will love all of my children.”

Cristian touched his shoulder.

*****

Yande was by her horse securing her items when two men approached her. They glared at her through their baggy eyes, “That’s an interesting sword you got there,” one said as he attempted to reach for it. She grabbed his hand, twisted his wrist, and pushed him.

She pulled the sword from its sheath and pointed the edge of the blade at him. The other man trembled. “I find it interesting as well. I got it when I was in Africa. Ife. I killed two men with it. I am certain I will use it to kill again.” She smiled.

Lorenzo and Cristian walked up, “Are these men bothering you?” asked Lorenzo.

“Prince, of course not. We were just making sure that the lady didn’t hurt herself carrying around such a dangerous weapon.”

Yande placed the blade back and hopped on her horse, “I am fine, cousin. I hope to see you soon before my last trip. Father will find me a husband when we return from England.”

The horse galloped off. Cristian’s eyes widened, “She is looking for a husband.”

“And yet, you are already betrothed.”

*****

When Yande reached their property, she saw an entourage approaching. She recognized the symbol. Her horse slowed and then stopped. He stopped. She smiled, “King Tomas, I had no idea you were coming to visit. I would have picked some fresh apples and made your favorite pie.”

He smiled, “It’s quite all right. I was just stopping by briefly to say hello. To make sure your mother was okay. I heard about what happened to her family in Ife.”

“Yes, it’s still very sad and hard to imagine.”

“It is. I am here for you. And Samba. All of you. You are always welcome at the castle...despite my wife’s displeasing manner.”

She chuckled, “Thank you, uncle. I will visit soon. Samba and I.”

He nodded and went on his way.

When Yande arrived home. She hugged her brother, “How was the market?” he asked.

“It was fine. I saw Cousin Lorenzo. He was there with Prince Cristian.”

“The one with the big head?”

She chuckled, “His head is not so big anymore. I mean...his head looks fine on his shoulders.”

He smiled, “Were you attracted to him?”

“He is handsome, tall, fair, has the bluest eyes, and a great smile. Was he the Prince you saw in your vision? The one I would marry?”

Samba shook his head, “Your prince will have dark hair.”

“Dark hair. Are you sure? Sometimes our visions don’t give us all the details.”

“Sister, I am sure you are not interested in becoming a wife to the nephew of the evil queen of Portugal.”

She was suddenly reminded that he was Queen Marie’s nephew.

“You remember how his parents treated us all those years ago when we were playing at the castle? They acted like we had a plague.”

She nodded, “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking with another region of your body.”

She shoved him. Their mother walked up, “What is this?”

“We were playing mother,” Yande replied, “I saw Uncle Tomas as he and his men were leaving.”

“Yes, he only came by for a short time.”

“Father should be back in a day. I can’t wait to take this trip; will you come?”

She shrugged, “Perhaps. I’ll have to see how I feel.”

They watched as she walked off. They looked at each other. Samba smiled, “I will take this last journey with Father. Then I will become part of Uncle Tomas’s court. He invited me to be part of his council.”

“Really?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Are you sure you want to work that closely with Queen Marie? It could be worse than me marrying her nephew.”

“True. But at least here in Portugal...I have the favor of the King and despite Queen Marie’s best efforts, her sons all love me like a brother.”

“Good for you Samba. I am proud.”

******

Northumbria

Late nights with her new friends. The bar was busy. Two big men entered. Darleen’s eyes widened. She wondered if they were Northmen disguised as Saxons. She watched as they approached the bar and spoke with Elanor. She slid them cups of ale.

Henry kissed the back of Darleen’s neck, “Abigale, um, you smell delightful as always.”

She touched his face, “Who are those men?”

“They are friends of Elanor from when she lived on the Isle of Man.”

“Interesting. They have very distinct features. I had no idea the men from there closely resembled the men from the north.”

He chuckled, “Vikings you mean?”

“Well, yes. They have been raiding England.”

“Your mind is always running wild. Later when we close down the pub, I have something that will relax you. You are going to feel as if you’re floating.”

“Floating. I like the sound of that.”

He winked.

As Darleen continued to flirt with Henry, Elanor spoke with her friends, “She says her name is Abigale. We’ve watched her sneak into the castle a few times. We know she has to be a Noblewoman. She is indeed a lively one.”

Harald looked over his shoulder, “How lively? I haven’t had a hump in weeks.”

Loki pushed him, “More like months.”

“Then all the more reason to hump a Saxon bitch.”

“Relax you two. I’m sure once she loosens up, you both will get to hump,” she assured them.

They smiled.

“How long will it be before the ships arrive?”

“Not long. Any day now.”

“Good. I’m sure she’ll be instrumental in helping us take over these lands.”

“Skoll,” Harald said as their mugs touched.

******

After the bar closed, Darleen went to the basement with Henry. She saw the two men. “Those men are here,” she said with concern.

“These are my friends,” said Elanor, “The big guy here is Harald and the other is Loki.”

“Those are not Saxon names. You are Northmen.”

“They are from the North but they have lived here for many years. You need not worry, Abigale. They often provide me details on when the Northmen will raid so I can protect my property.”

She smiled, “That’s a great idea. Perhaps you can be of some use to me. I would love to be your friend as well.”

Harald rubbed her ass, “We love making new friends.”

“Let us all have a drink,” said Henry as he poured a concoction and added a few drops of his special sauce. They each drank. As the night progressed, they became freer. They found themselves tearing at one another’s clothes until they were naked.

Darleen lay across the bed as Harald filled her cunt with his thick cock and Loki drilled her mouth.

Henry had Elanor bent over. He plowed her from behind. The sounds filled the room. Grunts, moans. Slaps, yelps, groans. Harald pulled out of Darleen’s sweet wet center. He walked around and tapped his brother’s shoulder, “My turn,” he said.

Her mouth opened wider to accommodate all of his girth. She sucked until her cheeks caved in. His eyes rolled. His ass cheeks were clenched. He was in heaven.

Loki went down and pushed his cock into Darleen’s sweet spot. He worked rapidly bringing himself closer to the edge.

Soon, her mouth was filled. It oozed down the sides of her face. Loki pulled his cock out and showered her with cum.

When morning arrived, they lay in a pile across the bed. Darleen looked around the room. It was insane the things she had done. She smiled as she looked at Harald’s thick cock. Suddenly, she wanted to ride him once more.

******

Mercia

Queen Godgifu was out walking when suddenly, she doubled over and threw up. She wiped her mouth. A servant hurried to her, “M’lady, are you all right?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes. Fetch me a cup of water. My head has been ringing all morning.”

The servant hurried off. She returned with the cup. The Queen sipped. She started to feel better. “That’s all I needed. A glass of water,” she smiled, “dear would you go tell David to ready my carriage? I would love to visit my girls in Northumbria.”

“Are you sure M’lady? That’s quite a distance for you to travel alone.”

“Do as I ask please.”

She nodded and hurried off.

The king was gone. She felt lonely and needed a fix. She got word that Winfred and Oswald were returning to Northumbria from their honeymoon a little early. She was eager to see them and perhaps get a taste of what she missed.

*****

Isle of Man

Lady Fiona dreaded the final day of Prince Liam’s visit. Never had she allowed herself to become attached to one of her students...not that she had many.

Liam was already on a ship headed home. She stood in her quarters remembering all the moments they shared. The conversations. The laughs, the great sex.

She saw a letter on her desk with her name. She lifted it and held it to her bosom. Slowly she brought it down and opened it. She read his words, “Dearest Fiona, I want to thank you for everything. Had our paths crossed at a different time, I’m certain we would have been more than what we were. Even though, I am destined to be with another...it has not stopped my heart from securing a place for you. I will always remember what we shared and how you made me feel. I am a better man because of you.”

She smiled and placed the letter in a drawer.