Heat of Combat-Edmund and Melinda 1
#1 of Edmund and Melinda
Took me a few days to write this thing after inspiration struck me via a class I took last semester on medieval England. Please read and review, I know it isn't great but I was thinking of maybe turning this into a series if there was enough interest in the tangling lives of Lord Edmund and Melinda.
'Thuack!' sounded off the small walls as Melinda impacted Edmund's head with her staff dropping the cougar to his knees.
"Come on your eminence, you have to be faster then that." The Otter gloated as she leaned on her staff a smile on her face. Edmund shook his head blinking a few times as his vision refocused after the hard blow to his cranium.
"Since when was head trauma part of my training, I thought you were going to teach me how to defeat your kinds martial arts not make me look like an idiot." Exclaimed a befuddled Lord Edmund of Langley as he retrieved his sword and regained his position. The otter fem smiled, twirled her staff with ease around a single paw before bringing it to a stop into her own offensive position.
"I'm sorry mi'lord, some times the only way to learn how to defeat your enemy is through experience."
"Experience!? Ha, I've beaten back three score raiding parties of your heathen brethren. I just figured as my bodyguard you could help me learn to protect myself better."
"If I taught mi'lord that skill I'd be out of a job."
"Are you really concerned about your position? You know as well as I that you could get a position as the Kings personal bodyguard if you wanted."
"Position isn't everything mi'lord. Like it or not I've grown accustomed to this place and your kind care. Besides the king wouldn't let me beat upon him like I do with you."
Edmund laughed as his compatriot cracked a wicked smile staring down her master and preparing to strike. Edmund's tight trousers and loose tunic were dirty from the sparing while Melinda's tightly bound leather sparing top and tight fitting leggings seemed to be in pristine condition, displaying the lord's difficulty in defeating his Bodyguard.
Melinda began to pace around the padded floor with Edmund following her every move, his sword pointed at his sparing partner. Their eyes were locked into focusing on each others movements; the fluid dance they conducted as they bother prepared their move. It was then that Edmund noticed something he hadn't before, a strange odor, a sweet yet tangy odor that was very familiar to him. With his concentration broken for a split second Melinda took the opportunity to strike at him. She first swung with great force at his knees, planning to then come down vertically on top of the fallen lord to give him a taste of her talents.
Yet as Melinda swung her staff something that had not happened all day happened; Edmund blocked her attack. Her slow attack was caught by the slightly distracted Cougar as a reflex, but once caught Edmund's years of training and experience kicked in as he parried the blow moving in with his open paw to strike her unguarded stomach. Now with the shoe on the other foot Melinda was caught unprepared as she was struck she spun around from the force and direction landing on her knees back facing her master. Edmund finished his attack with a mighty swing of his sword vertically coming down in a stab at her neck stopping his forward motion just after his blade reached the nape of her neck.
Completely out of breath and with her hormones racing she felt the cold steel blade rip the fabric that bound her entire top together in twain and continue on barely penetrating her first skin layer. She could feel the cold trickle of her blood down her open back and the cool breeze from a nearby open window as her tightly bound leather outfit came tumbling off.
Edmund had a victorious smile on his face, knowing that he had finally defeated his bodyguard after over an hour of him being the defeated party. But that strange smell that was fleeting earlier, hit his nostrils with full force now as he observed her sparing outfit tumble to the floor. He finally put the two together and realized the gravity of the situation; his bodyguard was in heat, perhaps prematurely brought on by the sparing. It was obvious now as the scent began having its effect on the feline, his member beginning to stir out of his sheath. His expression then changed from that of victory to that of shock.
Melinda took in a deep breath and covered her breasts with her arms knowing now that it was a mistake to accept the challenge of her master at a time she knew was dangerous. She knew that her mother had been spade after Melinda was born because it was only then that the church officials knew that her mother had slipped through their nets. Her kind had been raiding the shores of Grundland for more then a century by then, and those 'heathens' that chose to stay in the land willingly converted to the faith of their adopted country. But the Church, fearing these former heathens would breed an army that would bring down the Kingdom from with in, ordered all female Otters who were not wed by Cougar husbands before the age of fourteen to be spade as to eradicate the perceived internal threat once and for all. Melinda was nineteen, and she knew her master had known of her status as a maiden; it was that status that gained her this position in the first place. She carefully looked back at her master with saddened knowing eyes. She was very frightened looking upon her master in shock through the gravity of his discovery.
She contemplated crying as a single tear did roll down her face, she contemplated begging for forgiveness from her master. But rather then cry or beg she did something she thought she would never do in her life time, she ran. She stood up and bolted for the door her arms covering her exposed breasts and her staff now forgotten. As she neared the door however she heard the least expected thing.
"Don't run, I'm...not going to hurt you." Upon hearing this she stopped, nearly falling over as she turned to look at her master. Her eyes watering she looked into her masters where a compassionate smile greeted her.
"You have spared me from death and pain a hundred times over. You have treated me to your personal opinions and your caring warmth sparing me from cold nights alone on the eve of battle. Your compassion has been a model of piety that all should live by. Your care of my person through battle, conversation and intimacy is beyond my ability to repay in equal measure. You need not have fear of me, I can not and will not expose you."
With this the tears she held back spawned initially out of fear began to pour out of happiness. As she wept she opened her arms and embraced her master into a grateful kiss. Her grateful kiss deepened beyond her initial intentioned purpose however as Edmund's own passions took hold of him as he wrapped his paws around her bare back embracing her tightly and lovingly.
The kiss did not last long as Melinda broke away from her masters greedy and passionate deepening of the kiss. The two looked into each others eyes briefly both beginning to feel the effects of the heat. In Edmund's clouded mind he could think of nothing else but this fem in his arms, a female that had been totally dedicated to him and his cause. Some small rational part left in his brain began to agree with his animalistic side, that the only true way to express his feelings of gratitude and love was through physical means, something she had been denied by her simply being born to the wrong parents. At the same time Melinda longed to experience the physical ties of love again, unbeknownst to her master she had been taken before but none of those males stayed beyond the coupling.
With lust building in both parties they eventually both gave up all hope of fighting off the inevitable and embraced each other in to another passionate kiss. Their muzzles locked against each others and their paws roaming around each others bodies. They collapsed to the floor in the heat of their impassioned kiss and when they finally broke free from each others desiring lips they hurried themselves to loose the remainder of their clothing. Soon they lay side by side naked to the fur, the eagerness of Edmund's malehood bouncing in the cold room whiles the slickness of Melinda's inflamed passage was red with anticipation.
Edmund took the first move, surprisingly placing his head over her neither region catching Melinda by surprise. His rough feline tongue worked magic on her sensitive clitoris sending shivers up her spine. Though she was not a virgin this was the first time she had ever coupled with a Cougar, an experience that she was already glad she could experience. Her knees propped up and head leaned back, eyes closed in ecstasy, she enjoyed being the center of attention by her master. His tongue worked its way into her passage searching for her pleasurable weaknesses. He soon proved to be adept at the art of love finding all the ones she her self had known of and some which came as a wonderful surprise to her.
She shuddered as ten minutes into his exploring she could feel her explosion of sensation nearing, the shudder causing her opening to contract signaling Edmund that she was ready to be taken. He removed his tongue and positioned himself over her opening running the head of his bluntly spined penis at its entrance. Before thrusting in he looked down upon his faithful servant with a caring smile kissing her softly before sharply entering her ready opening. When he met no resistance, to his surprise, he soon changed his tactics. Knowing now that she was more experienced he skipped his usual routine with beginners and went right to full, forceful thrusts that seemed to drive the air out of Melinda.
She gasped and moaned as the sensations emanating from his overly large spined penis in her overly sensitive vagina nearly caused her to black out from pleasure. She had never felt so close and passionately involved with any male before. The previous lovers she had were simply vessels for sexual release, and perhaps because she cared for her loving master so much she must have felt more connected with him and as lover. Her back arched as his larger feline member plumbed her depths with skill. All her physical training and warrior skills were nothing in this kind of struggle; her meager skills seemed to be overshadowed by her masters. The roles were reversed, where as Melinda was the superior in the art of battle, Edward was superior in the art of love.
Edward tried his best to work his lover to give her the pleasure she so richly deserved, yet was denied through society. He also felt a connection with his lover, something that was missing in his past conquests. He felt as if, he actually may be in love with her. A fem that can match him for wit and strength and can be so amorous to him at the same time seemed like his perfect match. Something inside of him jumped when he made the connection, almost causing him to loose his concentration and release his seed early. He stopped and panted over her for a few seconds, trying to regain his composure.
"What's wrong Edward...I mean..."
Edward smiled gently and gave her a kiss on the muzzle, "It's ok, you can call me what ever you want. My station has never stopped you before, why should it now?" They both giggled a bit as Melinda pulled him into another kiss signaling Edward to continue his thrusts.
As he continued to thrust into Melinda her moans of exultation began to increase slowly to a near scream. No matter how hard she tried she could not stifle her exclamations as his skill undid her nerve. It seemed she had no more control of her body and it had totally surrendered itself to the superior abilities of her master and now lover Edward. Her fire burned hotter then a forge as a white hot flame surged through her veins, her eyes rolled back and glazed over as every movement of the spines and ridged shaft into her increasingly moist and burning hot passage was magnified three times over she could feel her own mind shattering orgasm nearing. She had never felt this before, her previous lovers had given her attention before, but their inexperience proved to me too much to truly bring her to her sexual peak. But with Edwards skill she was nearing her ultimate climax and Edward could feel it.
Edward too was nearing his climax, but mustering up what was left of his will to send himself over the edge prematurely. He knew, however, if she went he would. Her tight grip on his member was making it hard for him to concentrate as it's lack of true usage made it more difficult for his member to sink in. That, coupled with the fact that proportionately larger then your average male otters, meant that if she lost all control and spasmed in orgasm then he too would topple over the edge.
As the fire came to a boiling temperature she managed to urk out a moan and clenched all her muscles in her body at once as a split second warning before releasing in pure ecstasy the pleasurable pain of a true orgasm. Edward followed suit, releasing his life giving essence into her yielding body, his eyes rolled back and as he too basked in his glowing post orgasmic release, his body pumping loads of seed into Melinda's waiting and receptive womb. It seemed that Melinda's dangerous situation of her being in heat forgot in the heat of passion.
Once Melinda came down from her plateau she looked up at her master with half lidded eyes and a content smile on her face. Edmund smiled back and sighed as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. Melinda nearly faded off to sleep in her comfort. It was at the edge of sleep that it hit her, causing her eyes to open wide and her gaze to focus on her master with a petrified stare.
Edmund looked quizzically, "What is it Melinda? You won't be punished for lying with me." He asked rubbing a paw over her cheek thinking she had just realized what she had done. She shook her head, her eyes still large as she gripped Edmunds shoulders and sighed a bit as his slowly shrinking member exited her full body releasing a torrent of fluids onto the mat.
"No Edmund, it's not that! I am..." she pointed down to her opening and at the fluids now coating the section of mat under her legs. Edmund still looked quizzically, not knowing what she was hinting to.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before nearly shouting "Now I'm pregnant you idiot!"