[F4M] Saved From The Stake II: Am I Forgiven?

Saved From The Stake II: Am I Forgiven?
written by Cardlin
Synopsis: A witch and an ex-communicated knight must assume false identities to make it through a city, which end up triggering the knight's jealousy
Tags: F4M, Erotic, Medieval/Fantasy, FDom, MDom, Incestplay, Jealousy

Writer's note: This is a pretty long script, I know, and thus I've written it so that you can cut out some parts of the exposition. If you want a shorter script, you can exclude the areas between the "---" marks.

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[Faint, distant clamor] Uncle? [Knock on door] Dear uncle, are you awake? The night is so dark and long shadows on unfamiliar walls make me feel… so… so… please, uncle, it is not in me to sleep alone, and I’ve never been in an… establishment… like this one. I’m just so scared on my own, and-[Door unlocks] Oh, thank you, sweet uncle, thank you!

[Door closes, voice changes] I was beginning to think you’d leave me out there, my knight, and then where would we have been? A wild and lonely witch like myself, left to her own whim in a sprawling city teeming with vice and sin… what ever would I do? No, no response? Perhaps, then, I should have simply forced my way in here, armed with the very power you yourself thrust so vigorously into me only the night before, and made you remember whose bed I belong in?

You do remember the night before, don’t you? When the merest mention of how cold the night air was had you rutting me on the forest floor, growling like a beast as you took me? Why, it was only earlier today that a lustful look up to your eyes is all it would take to have you on me… and now… nothing? Still nothing?

Oh, how I do so enjoy the look of a grown man pouting. Don’t you glare at me, you big ox; if you could see yourself now and that look on your face, even you would be smiling. Very well then, you sit and you pout while I stand and recount… and we shall see who’s where by the end of my tale. Were I one to do so, I’d wager that we’ll both on that bed of yours… but you know me too well for that. I never gamble.

This city came upon us like a summer storm; uncomfortable, inconvenient, and yet necessary were we to continue on our path. Your once-beloved Order holds this place, and even now it is rife with those you once called Brother. We knew you’d be recognized at once; how could you not be, walking mountain that you are, and no amount of scratching out your armor’s heraldry would hide the knight of legend. What was it they called to you as we approached? Oakenheart? A silly name for one so ferocious, though I suppose I know a side of you they never did.

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Word of your exile had yet to reach here, but we knew that it would travel quickly and we had to be swift if we were to escape these lands. I still say it was a stroke of genius on my part to say that I was your niece you were accompanying home for some well-earned rest. I look far too young to be considered anything but, and not even the most hay-brained of your knights would have believed I was simply your, how did you put it? Traveling companion? I believe that was when your sour mood began, eyebrows furrowing as I first called you Uncle… and it only got worse from there, did it not?

We had expected that they would recognize you, but not the hero’s welcome you received. It’s your own damned fault, of course, you over-achieving lummox. We were instantly carted off by a gaggle of your musclebound fraternity, each one crying louder than the last for more tales of your… gallantry. For being guardians of the peace, they certainly wanted to hear every last detail of your… glorious battles destroying my kind. Oh, unsoften your eyes, my knight… they’re as much family to me as those knights were to you. We’re both orphans of this war, now.
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Where was I. Ah, yes. They dragged us to this inn where the owner proudly gave us adjoining rooms; it would be improper, you insisted quite haughtily, for an uncle to share a room with his young niece. Then it was off to the common room with your growing coterie. All of them wanted to hear of your great tales… all but one. Mmn, your hackles rise already, I see. He was young, freshly sworn in, and perhaps he didn’t speak his vows quite as loudly as you had on your first day. For his eyes, they wandered not to the hero of legend… but to the sweet vixen at his side. I saw it in his eyes, of course; there was little honor and nobility in the way he looked at me, and when he invited me to dance, he might as well have slid his hand up my skirt.

Oh, how your fires rise, my knight, I can see the flames dance in your eyes. Did it burn you, then, to see this lad take my hand? Did it ache to see him drag me along that common room floor, smiling like a fool? Uncross your arms… there you are. Make room in that lap for me, for that is where I belong. Did it scorch and smolder, the way my hair bounced and my smile widened a she twirled me about? Did it ache to see someone hold that which is yours, and to traipse about as though he owned me?

It must have… for you excused yourself rather abruptly. Taken ill, you claimed, and weary from the road. Hard to believe from a war-time hero like yourself, but no one there dared to challenge the look on your face. You couldn’t tell them you didn’t want that golden-haired boy touching your niece, you couldn’t tell them who I actually was, you couldn’t tell them what I meant to you… and so you left, leaving me to my own devices. Doubtless you’ve been up here, grinding and gnashing, brewing up stormcloud after stormcloud as you thought about what I was doing down there. Where I was… and who I was with. Shall I tell you, my knight?

DON’T… push me away. THIS is where I belong, regardless of how angry you may be. Hear my story before you unleash your scorn… and we’ll see if it doesn’t change your tune.

The song ended and I thanked our sweaty-palmed young would-be lover and then left him there. Surprised? Of course you are, my wool-headed bear. I had plans of my own. For you see, while you were busy glaring at the boy, I was busy glaring at the girls. There wasn’t a single serving girl there who wasn’t fawning over you, over MY knight, and their eyes spoke volumes. I have no doubt that if you had remained, you would soon be on the dance floor beside me, with another woman’s hands in your own… and that. [Shivers] Well, that simply would not do, my poppet.

Thus, I taught them a little lesson. A quiet little something for them to remember me by. Calm yourself, I didn’t kill them… merely gave them some sores that will make them wish I had. Yes, I’m sure about the dosage… I never gamble, remember? A few weeks of discomfort should teach them to keep their eyes off of those who aren’t theirs… and especially that which is mine. I gave a dose to your blond haired friend as well… a present for my big lummox. Now then...do you still want me to sleep in my own room, Uncle?

[Rustling sound of fabric, giggling] Oh, do you not like that name? Fitting, for an uncle’s hands should never squeeze at his niece’s breasts like that. Mmn, perhaps brother, then? Are brother’s fingers intended to RIP open a blouse so eagerly? Oh, dear brother… how sweet your tongue feels upon my nipple, how hungrily you lap at me. What if mother were to find out our dark secret?

[Laughing intensifies as he throws her down on the bed] Throw me down on the bed, will you? Hardly a way for a brother to treat his sister. But no, a brother doesn’t glower quite like you are, nor does he undo his belt quite so… (enticed sound) menacingly. I believe I know who you are…

[Innocent tone] You’re my father, aren’t you? Why the glare, papa? Has your darling girl angered you? Does she need to be… punished? Oh my, father, that rod is much bigger than the one you usually use… have I done something wrong? D-don’t pin my hands, daddy, don’t hold me down! Not my skirts, please papa, I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be a good… oh Light above burn me, but you’re thick… mmn, quickly now, daddy, push it in… claim what’s yours and remind me whose I am.

N-no? What do you mean no!? But you’re right there, and it’s, Gods above, it’s so hot… and I’m so wet. Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel how I gush for you? Apologize!? Call you by your proper name!? Hold your tongue, knight, for I… no, please, don’t pull away! I…. I’m sorry, for teasing you. Sorry for letting him touch me. Sorry for calling you by anything other than… my own. My knight. My… Oakenheart.

[Improv rough sex here, here are some suggested lines] Gods, but you’re BIG! Mmn, please, yes, please… more… more! He meant nothing, I swear it… you’re my everything. My strength, my keeper, my master… my GOD. No, please, do as you wish, break this bed, break this very room apart! I warded it when I entered.. no one will be bothering us all night long… You’ll break me, my knight, you’ll break me… I’m sorry! I told you I’m sorry… I, oh Light, here it… comes…!

[Brilliant, powerful finish] Gods above… Creator blind me… will that ever get easier? Will your touch ever cease to light me ablaze? Will I ever feel full and whole again without this… heat, this roiling volcano inside of me? Hold me, you big ox… hold me and tell me I’m yours, tell me you’re mine, and tell me that I can have this same fire inside of me whenever I want it.

No, we can stand to leave in the morning… besides, I couldn’t move right now even if I wanted to. Just… hold me here, my knight, and remind me that the only one who belongs here is me.. and that you will always be my Oakenheart... and that I will always be your favorite sin.