he pageantry and gaiety had always been like a drug to Christina. Tonight she'd been assigned to a position at the head of the hall, which meant that she'd be serving her lord and lady, and also the guests of honor. She was so nervous at first that she thought she was going to faint, and almost did when the gracious Lady Diana turned towards her and smiled as Christina was filling her glass.

Christina made sure to place herself close to handsome young Sir Andrew, the bravest knight in the realm. Sir Andrew was a mystery to the common folk in the forest surround. He came from across the narrow sea, and spoke with a strange accent. His parents were almost mythical figures. Eli The Bearded was known by one and all as a great war leader in his land, while the Lady Cyrrh, his wife, was both feared and respected on both sides of the water for her magical powers.

Christina made a special effort to please the young knight with the illustrious pedigree, waiting on his every whim, always at hand when he looked as if he might want something.

The feasting and entertainment continued late into the evening, by which time many of the guests were well into their cups, and boisterous in their merry-making.

As she weaved between the guests conversing at the table, Christina noticed Sir Andrew favoring her with a smile, not to mention a wink of his eye! She was ecstatically happy to have been noticed by such a handsome and illustrious knight.

ð Later that evening
As the embers burned low
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As the night wore on, the serving girls had less and less to do. Making one of her rounds, Christina was both surprised and pleased when Sir Andrew reached out and pulled her down on to the bench next to him.

"You're a pretty wench!! What's your name?"

She blushed with embarrassment and excitement, answering in a small voice: "Christina, great sir."

He laughed at her timid response and said, cheerfully: "You sound shy, but you weren't too shy to flirt with me just now."

Christina was taken aback. Had she been that obvious? Oh well, at least he'd noticed her! She answered softly: "I hope I did not offend the great lord. It was not what I intended." She gave him her most appealing 'innocent little girl' look. She'd used that look to great effect on the peasant boys in her village, and wondered how a nobleman would react to such a rustic device.

Sir Andrew saw before him a very pretty peasant girl, with a very fetching look on her lovely face. Having her so close to him was making him sexually aroused. He was surprised to feel anything at all. His wound, and the sea travel, combined with little opportunity or inclination, had meant that he hadn't shared a woman's bed for more than six months.

As, however, he looked into this girl's lovely eyes, a need grew within him. He smiled at her and, gently pulling her towards him, kissed her soft lips.

Though she tried not to show it, Christina was beside herself with excitement. A noble knight had actually kissed her. She could die now, and life would have been fair to her. Joy and love surfaced in her as she kissed him back, pushing her supple young body against his in sudden urgent need. One of her hands came to rest comfortably on the young man's crotch, hidden under the table.

Christina didn't really know what she was doing, but Caroline, her older cousin, had told her that men liked having that part touched by women.

Sir Andrew almost choked when he felt her hand between his legs, and his eyes widened as she massaged his growing erection through the material of his breeches. Does she have any idea what she's doing?, he wondered.

They sat together for hours, while the feasting gradually died down and guests began making their way into the darker recesses of the great hall, to sleep.

Sir Andrew, as befitting a knight, had his own area by the north wall. His sleeping quarters were smallish, but reasonably private, and his thoughts turned towards using this privacy to bed this pretty wench. When the great Lord Malinov and the beautiful Lady Diana rose to toast Solstice, all who still could held their goblets high and chanted their lords' name the prescribed amount of times.

With a flourish of his robes Lord Malinov turned and, his lady at his side, dismounted from the dais. They made their way past their guests, nodding to the occasional friend; pausing here and there.

The royal couple halted at Sir Andrew’s side, and Lord Malinov wished him the very best of fortune. To Christina’s amazement, Lady Diana leaned forward and kissed Sir Andrew on the cheek, whispering: "Thank you, kind sir. Your service to the kingdom, and to me, has created a debt I can never repay. I can never thank you enough for taking my husband's life into your hands, and will always be grateful to you."

She stood up, her back erect, her perfect body held with dignity, and her eyes shining with tears of gratitude.

Christina watched in a kind of ecstasy the noble couple's graceful exit from the great hall. Her recent thoughts about having a good time, and relieving the lust that had been building within her, had disappeared. Admiration for her liege lord and his lady fair over- whelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Sir Andrew watched his little serving wench gaze at the retreating figures of her lord and mistress, and thought he was seeing the flush of innocent youth at the moment of perfection. Though not more than 23 himself, he saw the innocent happiness radiating from the young girl's face as a light in darkness.

His need was growing again, and he thought to himself: ‘I will have her flower tonight. I’ll take her virginity, and be whole again.’ The thought stirred his loins, and he leant over and cupped one hand over one of Christina's soft, round breasts.

Christina started at the intimate contact, but then accepted it gladly. Turning her clear blue eyes on the young knight's dark, smoldering ones, she kissed him deeply, which in turn made him more urgent in his own caresses.

Suddenly, without a word, he stood up and pulled Christina to her feet. Taking her by the hand, he led her into the dark recesses of the great hall, toward his pallet. The young couple giggled together as they stumbled over lesser knights and guests, forced to make do with reed mats on the hall floor.

Christina was shocked to see couples copulating in plain sight, some being watched as a kind of show by their neighbors. She giggled nervously when she passed them, her knight responding by passionately kissing her neck and ear.

ð The great hall
A knights billet
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ir Andrew lit a small taper before getting the young servant girl to stand before him and beginning to undress her. She wore simple clothing, without either buttons or snaps, just peasant-style little ties that were easy to undo.

While he removed her garments one by one, Christina stood very still, her arms slightly out from her sides, wondering what Sir Andrew was planning for her. She had no experience in this sort of affair.

Her heart pounded as her body was lovingly uncovered by her paramour. Deciding at last she ought to do something herself, she started unbuttoning Sir Andrew's tunic while he was still engaged in removing her garments. Soon the young couple were both standing naked.

Sir Andrew was aware that he was hard again, and marveled at it. There'd been a time when he thought he'd never feel lust again, but now, standing before this common, but beautiful little vixen, he was fully erect, and horny as a goat. Her body promised him all the physical delights that a woman could offer.

He reached out to fondle her delightful breasts, and was pleased to see her dusky-pink nipples harden at his touch.

Christina hadn't realized how beautiful a man’s body could be. She’d assumed that, under their clothing, all men were like her Uncle George - hairy and rough. She’d seen her uncle working in the fields without his shirt, and saw little resemblance between that memory and the almost hairless, well-muscled body of Sir Andrew.

She noticed his terrible scar at the place where the arrow had entered his body. She reached out to touch the spot, at the same moment looking downward and seeing the evidence of his maleness pointing at her.

Christina was fascinated by the sight of Sir Andrew's straining penis. She'd never thought before about a man’s sexual organ. Of course, growing up as she had in the fields of the forest surround, she'd seen animals doing it, and naturally had seen her little brother nude on many occasions. But they hadn’t looked anything like the meaty pole that was standing erect before her.

Unsure of what was expected of her, she shyly reached out her hand and touched the aroused organ. It felt hot, almost burning, to her cool hand. Intrigued, she gripped the young knight’s erect penis and gently squeezed.

Sir Andrew groaned, immensely enjoying the sensation. He was, indeed, a little surprised that this young beauty was acting in such a forward manner. He was used to girls accepting his advances as if he were entitled to make them, but this one was lively indeed.

Christina began pulling the smooth skin of her lover's penis up and down the shaft, revelling in the pleasure she saw on Sir Andrew's face. She was enjoying herself too; the feel of his hot sex in her hand stirred strange feelings inside her. She wanted this beautiful man more than anything, and was more than willing do anything he asked of her.

Her cool touch on his hot erection was all that was needed to make Sir Andrew convinced he'd be able to perform the sexual act. Indeed, he felt so aroused that he started to worry that he might come too soon.

He began exploring the young girl's body with his hands, running them over her smooth skin; her shoulders, soft breasts, thighs and flat stomach. She's truly a lovely wench, he thought, considering himself fortunate that he could look forward to having her that night.

As her hand smoothed his precum fluid over his shaft, he felt himself begin to lose control and reached out to stop her. Holding her lovely shoulders with his battle-scarred hands, he gently pushed Christina down onto his pallet, still marveling at the perfection he saw by the dim light of the taper.

Nuzzling his swollen sex organ in between her legs, Sir Andrew parted her sweet nether lips with his thumb and forefinger, and pushed his bulging cockhead into her, stretching the opening into her vagina.

Christina’s eyes opened wide when she felt him fumbling at her crotch. She knew, in a general way, what he was doing; she just didn’t know quite what would come next. When his manhood opened her up she gasped in surprise, amazed that something that big could possibly fit inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concen- trate on what was being done to her.

It felt strange, and a little painful, but Christina didn’t care about the pain. She was being taken by a nobleman, and on Solstice. If she became pregnant, she would be important and have high status in the village. And to happen on Solstice would make it doubly lucky.

The thought of having Sir Andrew's baby made her eager and excited.

Meanwhile, the knight was having a little trouble forcing himself into the young serving wench, because her tunnel was exceptionally tight. He approved that in principle, but it meant he would have to hurt her. Might as well get it over with, he thought.

He thrust his hips downward, forcing his now-slick shaft deep into Christina.

"Ooowwee! Gggod!" she moaned when the pain knifed through her body.

Sir Andrew moved his lips to her ear and said quietly: "Don’t worry. I’ve just taken your flower. You'll feel fine in just a minute, I promise. Trust me, will you?"

Christina lay quietly under her handsome knight, tears welling up in her eyes, her legs spread for his plea- sure. She nodded, waiting for him to do his will, whatever that might be.

He placed his hands on either side of Christina's chest, and levered his upper body up and away from hers so he could look into her eyes. "You trust me, don’t you? I won’t hurt you unnecessarily. You do know that, don’t you?"

He smiled encouragingly, and Christina almost forgot the pain. Then he moved inside her again and the pain momentarily returned, but not for long.

The knight was so overwhelmed by his desire after so long abstinence that it took just a few strokes in and out of Christina's warm, velvety tunnel for him to achieve orgasm. Thrusting himself against Christine’s pelvic bone, he felt the once-familiar release he'd missed for so long, his seed spurting copiously from his body into hers. The resulting intense orgasmic relief was a feeling he'd almost forgotten.

Christina now began enjoying herself. She joyed in being rodded by this beautiful young man, and was beginning to match his moves when he suddenly tensed, simultaneously pushing his organ hard into her. His body’s vigorous thrust, pressing against her pubic mound, sent a thrill right through her, and at the same time she felt Sir Andrew's hot sperm jet into her womb. It tickled, as spurt after spurt forced its way deep inside.

She uttered an involuntary sigh of satisfaction, while her lover grunted as he emptied his seed into her.

ð The great hall
Sounds of pleasure fill the night
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