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He bends me over the bed. He gently pushes his cock into my hole and I inhale sharply. He pauses as my hole gets used to his thick otter meat. He resumes sliding his cock deeper into my ass. Eventually he hilts in me and begins to slowly, rhythmically fuck me. The tortuously slow fuck drives me crazy and my already hard cock starts leaking pre. He speeds up his thrusts, driving his thick cock in and out of me, faster and faster. He begins grunting softly with each thrust and reaches around to paw me off. The room fills with the sounds of his thighs slamming into my rear and our combined grunts of pleasure. He keeps the pace of his ball bruising thrusts, pumping my cock in time, for twenty minutes or so. Eventually his thrusts become erratic and his grunts louder. He slams into me one last time before screaming his pleasure and unloading the contents of his balls into me ass. He continues to thrust gently, still cumming, and pumping my cock without skipping a beat. After a few more seconds I scream my own pleasure as I cover the side of the bed in my cum. I clench down on his cock causing him to blow another load of cum into my ass, not two seconds after he finished pumping the first. His balls continue pumping cum into me for almost a minute before he finally stops. He pulls out of me. I turn around and kiss him passionately. He almost collapses from exhaustion so I put him into the bed and crawl into it with him.

"Bris get up!" I moan and the voice kicks me "Get up, I'm meeting with Charles" I open one eye and see Steb in my part of the tent.

"Alright, alright, I'm up"

"Yes I can see" He winks at me "I'll give you a minute" I look at him questioningly but before I can ask he leaves the tent. I look down and see a tent under the blankets. The memory of that night with Ollie still excites me. That was two months ago. I drag myself out of my bed and look around my part of the tent. Being Steb's bodyguard I share his tent. By the time I find some clothes and my mail hauberk and get them on my erection has died down. I leave Stebs' tent and head for the command tent. I don't have to walk far because the command tent is set in the middle of the camp surrounded by Charles', Stebs' and the other officers' tents. The soldiers guarding the tent let me pass freely. I enter the tent , Steb and Charles are sitting opposite each other on cushions eating porridge.

"The last cannons arrived last night" Charles says

"So we're ready to attack? Steb asks. He sees me and waves me over.

"Give the men a chance to eat first" Charles hands me a bowl "Have a seat Bris" I accept the bowl and sit on a cushion. While we eat our breakfast Charles runs Steb through the battle plan.

"First the cannons and trebuchets will destroy the cannon towers. Once the ones closest to the gate are destroyed the siege towers will move up. Our infantry will storm the walls. When they have control of the walls they'll open the gates and we'll ride in while the archers get up onto the walls. The infantry will advance down on path to the city plaza and we'll advance down another to catch the Dutch in a pincer. While the Dutch are distracted with our infantry, we'll hit them from behind"

"So we're ready?" Steb asks again, eager to fight. Charles nods and calls to his lieutenant.

"Jim! Tell the men to get ready" The Dalmatian bows and leaves the tent. We hear him bark the orders at the messengers. Steb and I excuse ourselves and return to Stebs' tent. Two servants are waiting in the tent to help us get into our armour.

We leave the tent and mount our horses. We ride over and form up with the rest of Charles' Unit. His unit consists of 80 hand picked warriors plus Steb and myself. Those 80 arranged themselves into a ten by eight square with Charles to the left of the first man in the first row, Steb is behind Charles and I'm behind Steb. Charles' unit is in the middle of the cavalry line at the back of the army. The archers are in front of the cavalry, the infantry and siege towers in front of the archers and the cannons and trebuchets are at the front of the army. Charles rides out to the front of the army and starts riding up and down the line, getting ready to give his pre-battle speech.

"Men! I'm not one for long winded speeches you know this. The Dutch took this city through a cowardly attack, unprovoked and without warning. Lets show them how real men fight!" The entire army erupts into cheers. "Left side cannons! Target the left side towers. Right side cannons! Target the right side towers. Trebuchets! Target the gate house! Ready!" The artillery get loaded "Aim!" The cannons pick their targets "FIRE!!" The ground shakes and an ear splitting thunder cracks as the cannons fire in near perfect unison. "FIRE AT WILL!" He rides back to his unit and we wait. By the time the trebuchets have destroyed the gatehouse towers the cannons have already destroyed 3 towers to each side.

"Towers! Move up!" The infantry with the towers start pushing them towards the walls. The rest of the infantry follow slowly. The trebuchets continue firing over the walls, soon smoke can be seen rising from with in the city. When the towers reach the walls, after being peppered with arrows, the infantry start filing into them. After a few minutes we see an English flag being waved and the gates open.

"Archers! Move to the walls, Cavalry! With me" The archers move quickly onto the towers and through the gate to take their position on the walls. We enter the city and see the infantry march down one street and turn the corner, we go the other way. With about a dozen buildings on fire we weave our way through the streets.

We enter the main plaza in the centre of the city and we see the last of the Dutch forces rallying around a flag in the plaza centre. The Dutch are engaged with our infantry and unaware of our presence, we charge. We collide with the rear of the defenders and send them into disarray. They're on the verge of surrender when suddenly someone calls out.

"Behind us!" I spin around and see Dutch heavy infantry charging at us. Most of them are encased almost completely in plate armour and armed with either a sword or an axe and a shield. We barely have enough time to turn around before they're on top of us. The ranks fall quickly. I see Steb kick free of his stirrups, draw his sword and jump right over the head of his horse just before it falls. He lands on a soldiers face. The both fall down. Steb rolls between the legs of two soldiers and takes out a third by bringing his sword up between his legs. He quickly creates a ring around him, the ground strewn with Dutch bodies. I discard my spear, it would be useless against plate, and draw my mace. I charge at the ring around Steb and crush a few enemies skulls before my horse gets killed. I kick my feet free of the stirrups and roll of the horse using the momentum of the fall. I spring up and draw my sword. With my mace in my right hand and my sword in my left I hack and smash my way through the Dutch. I break though the mass of bodies and crush the helmet of an enemy charging at Steb. He swings his sword and crushes the arm of another. I jump to the left to avoid an axe and thrust my blade into an unguarded neck. Steb decapitates several enemies with one swing.

"This must be the reinforcing army Anne mentioned"

"Good! More for me to kill!" he growls. I parry a sword and smash the attackers' skull. Steb continues to cut through them like a hot knife through butter. I hear the horns signalling a retreat.

"Steb! He's calling a retreat we must go!" I shout at him but he's too far gone. His eyes are glowing red, he's entered a berserker rage. "So be it" I launch myself at the Dutch with renewed vigour. I counter sword slashes with my own sword, I dodge axe swing and smash anything I can hit. Steb swings left and right crushing everything his sword touches. Despite having lost almost one hundred men the Dutch continue to press forward. Suddenly a horn sounds and the Dutch stop pressing forward and actually move back. Steb and I stand back to back, exhausted but ready to fight to the death.

A Dane steps forward out of the crowd, the general by the looks of him.

"Warriors of England, you've fought well. Lay down your weapons so we can avoid further bloodshed"

Steb spits at the ground "We'll never surrender to you"

"And you?" he asks me. I raise my weapons and assume a fighters stance. He shrugs "Try and take them alive" The enemy start closing the circle. Stebs jumps up and runs across the shoulders of the Dutch. He lands in front of the general and immediately begins the attack. He swings rapidly never giving the general time to recover. I fight through the crowd, trying to get to Steb to cover his back. Every swing Steb makes the general catches on his shield. Eventually the shield starts to buckle. The general throws away his shield and manages to draw his sword. He starts parrying Steb attacks with his sword. Stebs attacks are becoming more sluggish and slow and the general can tell. He counters one last time and his sword breaks. Without anything blocking his downward stroke, Stebs' sword hits the general and knocks him back. Steb stumbles forward, raises his sword over his head and plunges it into the generals throat. The only thing keeping Steb upright is his grip on the sword. Eventually that falters and he falls to the ground, spent completely. I reach him just as he hits the ground. Another Dutch soldier steps forward, this one with an axe and a sword.

"Good job killing my uncle, I now have control of this army" he leaps forward without warning and swings at me. I parry with my sword and counter with my mace. He parries it with his sword. He drops his axe, steps close and punches me. Next thing I know I'm staring at a smoke filled sky, suddenly aware of the ravens in the sky and the dead around me. He enters my field of view, stares at me for a second and then kicks my head. Everything fades to black.

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aahh lemmie see if i can remember it all ...

thanks to Steb for proofing and letting me use his character. All characters, except Steb, are mine. Any similarities to existing characters/persons/fursonas' are purely coincidence. This is the last chapter for this series, for now. I've just run out of ideas. This series is based on a game of Medieval 2 i was playing. I think that's everything so yeah ... comments please, praise and/or constructive criticism.