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Jeanette prowled up and down the line of six knights who
earned her favor at the day’s tourney. Each
man was naked, except for the white strip of silk cloth from her dress wrapped
around their heads as a blindfold. Each
strip had been embroidered with a pink heart on the inside panel, though they
now all faced outward towards her.
Jeanette was naked as well, save for a gold belly chain, her royal
pearls, and her crown. A vibrant current
flowed through the air as the knights anticipated their reward from the Queen.
She continued to inspect her champions as she walked back up
the line. All we were well built and in
peak physical condition. A smile curled
on her lips as her eyes drift along their chiseled torsos, and then back along
their hanging cocks. There was a time when
she found a naughty thrill in bedding old, decrepit, or obese men; but these
days she preferred younger men in their prime, men with a stamina and endurance
to match her own.
Her fingers combed through her hair, brushing it forward
over her shoulder as she stopped in front of Sir Emry. He was second only to the mystery knight who
had vanished after the bout. His loss, she thought. Her nose wrinkled in annoyance as she spotted
a gray hair hanging over her shoulder and plucked it from her mane, before
letting it drop to the floor. There are more of those every day.
She reached down and cupped his balls and hefted them in her
palm. A smile crossed her lips as she
felt the weight of them, pleased with their fullness. She felt his thick cock stir against her arm,
and decided to move on. There would be
time for that later.
Next was Baron Alistaire Connought, a minor lord from the
Duchy of Fullorm. His shaft was smaller
but more responsive. It began to twitch
and stir just from her standing in front of him. Hopefully
he would be able to last, and not shoot his load too early, she thought.
After the Baron came Sir Andrew Farring and Sir Theodore
Cross, two lesser knights from the Duchy of Haverset. She hadn’t heard of any of their deeds during
the war, so they might be better tourney knights than actual warriors. Still, their bodies were well muscled, so
that must count for something.
Jeanette couldn’t stifle her giggle as she came to the next
knight, Count Denis Exeter. His penis
was noticeably smaller than the others.
Though to be fair, it wasn’t nearly as small as the merchant she toyed
with back in the Soiled Dove. What was his name? The one Cindy used to abuse. Her stomach tightened as an image of Cindy
hanging from a bar in her cell flashed in her mind. She quickly pushed it away and returned to
Exeter’s cock. It somehow seemed to
shrink even more at the sound of her laughter and she could see the Count
squirming uneasily.
His cock looked even worse compared to the last
winner’s. The burly orc was an
unexpected contestant, but had surprised everyone with his skill with the
lance. Although orcs are generally
skilled riders, they didn’t take well to the new sport of jousting. Krogth was an exception to that. He was one of the first orcs born and raised
in the Duchy of Braden under human law.
He combined the strength and speed of orcs with the discipline and
professionalism of humans. In a few
years time and with more experience he would probably be the greatest knight in
the Kingdom.
Naturally, Krogth’s cock was the biggest of the lot. Jeanette lovingly traced the ridges wrapping
around the shaft from the base to the slanted tip. She teased the head between her thumb and
forefinger, and then wrapped the meat up in her palm and gave it a quick
squeeze, before finally pulling back from that as well.
All those humans. Wonder if Jeanette is so used to bigger Orcs that it will take 2 in 1 hole to please her?
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