Dawn Rising

Chapter 2: Riding Lessons

Kieran woke up slowly. It was that wonderful kind of awakening when you seem to swim into consciousness almost without realising it. He gradually became aware of the warm softness of the pillow against his cheek, the reassuring weight of the duvet on his body, and the golden sunlight filling the room.

He rolled on to his back, and let out a long sigh of pleasure. Yes, life was good. Ludveck had been stopped and the kingdom, however temporarily, was at peace. His recent elevation to deputy-commander of the palace knights had meant that he could leave the cramped barracks, and now had his own room in the palace itself. It even seemed to him that Geoffrey had become more relaxed in the last few days, still as strict but somehow easier going. Oh yes, life was very good.

Kieran sat up in bed and stretched. It was a good-sized double bed, a fact which allowed a luxury that the very small, public bunks of the barracks most definitely did not afford. Although he slept alone for the moment, he hoped he would soon find someone to sport with during the nights. The room itself, though not large, was more than he needed. The bed and a small wardrobe were the only furnishings, and the room was plainly carpeted and painted. A set of weights for exercising lay in the corner, and the only ‘decoration’ was a small, damaged portrait of Oscar (“Cocky, squinty bastard!” he muttered, “I’ll show him!) nailed to a dartboard on the wall.

He climbed out of bed, wearing only the linen shorts he slept in, and went over to the room’s single, large window, which he opened. He inhaled deeply as the cool dawn air hit his naked face and chest, savouring the fresh smell of the morning. His room looked out over a small courtyard, one that was used exclusively by servants as they scurried about on their various jobs; after all, this was the functional area of the palace, and Queen Elincia had probably never been there more than a dozen times. Letting the air cool him, he turned around and threw himself upon the carpet for his daily hundred morning press-ups.

Unbeknownst to Kieran, she was watching him from the roof of the building on the opposite side of the courtyard. He never looked up, thank the Goddess, only ever down at the courtyard in the mornings before he exercised. And every morning, apart from when weather stopped her, she was there on the roof, watching him. She could see the rhythmic rise and fall of his muscled back, and the shape of his sweet ass through the thin material. Her fingers moved deftly to the hem of her slacks, and slid under the material and down to her pussy. With a practised touch she rubbed herself, already wet with the sheer anticipation of watching him.

She imagined him over her, his eyes filled with lust as he thrust himself repeatedly into her. Her fingers skilfully worked their magic, stroking and touching her in a way that made the fantasy almost real. She stifled a moan, forcing herself to keep quiet as she rode on a wave of ecstasy. Her middle finger slid, with almost agonising slowness, into herself right up to the knuckle, and as she twisted it deep within her, her mind’s eye saw Kieran’s thick meat forcing her lower lips apart, her hole barely able to take his girth. Her hand moved with a passion that could only echo the bestial violence of her fantasy fuck, but it felt good.

Her sharp eyes could even make out the sweat glistening on his body as he pulled himself off the floor, his exercise finished, and she could smell the arousal on her own body, something that fuelled her imaginary session. Now here came the pivotal moment of her morning routine, as the handsome knight strode over to the wardrobe. She watched, captivated, as he pulled off his shorts and threw them on the bed. From her angle, she could see his entire, naked body: his handsome face, his muscled arms and torso, and the shock of red pubic hair above his swinging manhood. At that instant all her fingers drove powerfully into her cunt, as deep as they would go, and her whole body arched ecstatically as she came, flooding her panties with her juice as her other hand covered her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure.

After a moment it passed, and sitting back against a chimney stack, she withdrew her sopping hand from her slacks. She was panting hard, and her clothes were all soaked with sweat and cum. No more, she thought to herself, no more. She needed more than her own ministrations. Today she would make her move, today she would have the real thing.

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It had been a busy day, which Kieran had enjoyed; being so energetic, he could never brook boredom. After exercising, he’d gone for a wash, then spent several hours training the recruits, then polished his armour, then another few hours of weapons practice. Even after all that, he felt as fresh and active as he did when awoke, so now he was in the stables, tending to his stallion. Most knights chose to let the staff take care of their mounts, but Kieran had decided to follow Geoffrey’s example of caring for his own horse, an idea he’d got from the Pegasus Knights, whose job required a strong emotional bond between animal and rider. He had just finished combing the stallion down, and was now bringing handfuls of hay from the big pile in the corner to his stall.

“Hey, handsome!” greeted Marcia as she breezed in, “Unusual to see you out of armour.” It was true – he was only wearing the brown and black leather jerkin and hose he habitually wore under his red and gold battle gear.

“Yeah… I’ve just polished it. Wouldn’t want it to get dirty in here.”

“True… lots of things can get dirty in here. Very dirty.” she said, before turning away so that he couldn’t see her grimace. Well done Marcia, she thought to herself, very subtle, why don’t you just come right out with it and ask him to fuck you here and now. Fortunately, Kieran hadn’t noticed the comment. What he did notice, though, as she leaned over to pat her Pegasus, was the shape of her cute ass. She too was out of armour, wearing only her pink and white blouse and red slacks, which were figure-hugging enough to show off her trim shape. He shamelessly enjoyed the view for a few moments, then turned away to gather more hay.

When he turned back around, she’d grabbed a pitchfork (Why hadn’t I thought of that!) and was turned away from him, filling her mount’s feed box as well. About to turn away again, he suddenly noticed the way she was holding the tool. Rather than holding it firmly, her right hand was playing over the wooden pole in a stroking motion. For someone who hadn’t had sex since promotion (Geoffrey forbade his direct underlings from frequenting brothels), it was utterly captivating and unbearably erotic. He stood, almost hypnotised, watching her movements as a bulging tent formed in his trousers. Then, still stroking, she turned to face him with a sly smile on her face, and looked straight into his eyes for a long moment. Uncertain of what was going on, and painfully aware of his burgeoning erection, he did the only thing he could think of: he turned around.

“Handsome, do you remember when we first met?”

“Ummm… yeah…” he replied with a cough (damn, he thought, what was that about? I really, really need to get away from here now and have a wank!), “Yeah. You were with Ike that day he sprung me from the Daein prisoner camp.”

“I remember what you were like – so different from the other prisoners. They were all subdued, quiet… but you raced out of that cell, full of fire and energy. I always admired that, you know?” She had walked up behind him, and here put her arms around his torso, pressing herself into his back. She slowly moved her hand down, and gripped his buldge; she gratifyingly felt a shiver run through his entire body as she did so. “Let me feel that fire.” she breathed as she unbuttoned his flies, and put her hand inside to stroke his rod, “Let me have that energy.”

The speed with what happened next surprised both of them. Kieran whirled round, grabbing Marcia by the waist and lightly throwing her onto the hay stack. He paused only a moment to pull his throbbing 10 inch dick out of his trouser, and advanced on her as she lay back and pulled down her slacks. She was already extremely wet, so he placed his head against her opening and thrust deeply into her in one fast, fluid motion, taking his entire length and girth right up to his balls into her. Though obviously not a virgin, she was tremendously tight.

“Oh yes! Oh Kieran! I’ve wanted this for so long… aaahh… fuck me! Fuck me now!” At that point, Kieran was beyond words, and merely grunting his approval, began to do exactly that, ramming his thick manhood into her, over and over, as fast as he could, their still clothed bodies pressed hard against each other. The rolled around in the hay, their direction and position determined by the impulse of his bucking hips.

Kieran was now past thinking; he was just deliriously happy, his mind filled with the sensations in his cock, his body moving only with animal instinct. His tempo increased, if that was possible, and he felt the familiar pressure in his balls of his coming climax. He rolled Marcia over on to her back, and thrust violently into her. With a small scream, she came around him, and her muscles clenched him with a tightness that made his whole body thrill with excstasy. One more thrust, and with a grunt he climaxed deep within her, spurting his hot seed into her as his mind soared on the high.

“Oh, by the Goddess.” he breathed, when it was all over, “I really needed that.” He drew his dick out of her, leaving a long strand of cum which connected them for a few seconds more before breaking. He opened his mouth to speak again, but she quickly put a finger to his lips.

“Hush. Don’t say a thing. I’ll come to your room tonight.” And with that, she stood up and pulled her slacks up, before walking away, a little unsteadily perhaps, and leaving him sat back on the haystack, his still half-hard tool hanging out, and his trousers soaked with her juices and spattered with the remnants of his cum.

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Many hours later, Marcia loitered idly in the corridors near Kieran’s room, pretending to be interested in the paintings. There where lots of servants hurrying about, and she didn’t particularly want to be seen going into his room at night, if only because the rumour mill would do its thing, and she’d never hear the end of it from Makalov. She had left the stable, and gone and made herself very busy. She had dined alone outside, rather than in the mess hall; she hadn’t wanted to bump into him again, not before tonight. But here she was now, washed and clean, in a long and modest nightgown, looking for all the world as if she were taking a late night stroll before bed.

Shortly after she had heard the bells chime eleven o’clock, there was a large enough break in the flow of servants, so she hurried to his door and let her self in without bothering to knock.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” said a voice behind her. Turning, she was momentarily taken aback. Kieran was stretched out on his back on the bed, wearing nothing but a cheeky grin. His right hand was behind his head, while his left was rhythmically stroking his erect manhood.

“Hey! What’s the big idea? Starting without me?” she said with mock severity as she closed the door behind her, “I guess I’m going to have to make you pay for that!” In one fluid motion she undid the sash on her nightgown and let it fall to the floor, revealing her in all her naked beauty. With an almost predatory look in her eyes, she moved toward the bed; by the flickering candlelight, Kieran could see the glint of moisture already between her thighs. She climbed on to the bed beside him, and gently disengaged his fingers from his cock, before she began pumping him herself. The skin was hot and silky under her fingers – he had obviously been warming up for some time. He was as firm as steel, and she could feel every vein in his length as she pleasured him, felt him twitch under her dextrous fingers. She was also pleased to notice that he was so thick that she couldn’t even get her fingers to meet up with her thumb.

“Hey… Marcia… just a minute.” he gasped through gritted teeth, as waves of pleasure swept out of his groin and through the rest of his body. “Uhh… before we do this… about this morning… we didn’t… what if…”

“I get pregnant?” she said, finding the words for him. “Don’t worry. I dosed myself up on Maidsroot tea, so we’re safe. You can cum in me as much as you want… in fact, I really hope you will.” With her words, she felt his member twitch and harden further still, if that was possible, and she decided to make some progress.

“You know what all that training does for a pegasus knight? We’re really, really great at riding things… let me show you!” Saying that, she straddled his hips, and still holding his dick, guided it to her entrance. She pushed his thick, purple head against her wet folds, and it slowly entered as she lowered herself down, all the way, until he was fully in her, their pink and red pubic hair meeting. Marcia threw back her head and moaned with pleasure at the feeling of Kieran inside her. Bracing her legs against the bed, she began swing her hips round in a circular motion, causing them both to cry out with the ecstasy of it. As she gyrated, she could feel his manhood touching every part of her inside; for him, the circular pull on his dick was unbearably erotic.

His eyes took in her small, but beautiful breasts as they swayed with her body’s movement, her petite, pink nipples seeming to dance lustily, almost hypnotically. His hands moved to her ass, cupping and massaging her cheeks, which brought him a satisfying sound from her lips.

Her movement was getting faster, and he knew that neither of them would last much longer. He could feel her tightening, and her juices all over him, and the pressure in his own balls. Running a finger along the back of his cock to lubricate it, he raised his hand and began to gently rub her anus. He felt her whole body quiver with the feeling.

“Oh Kieran… oh fuck, that’s good…” she moaned, as he slipped his finger into her. The tightness was immense, but he probed her hard. It was too much for her, as with a cry, she climaxed, her walls tightening around him as she bucked hard against his hips. It brought on a sense of urgency in his own groin, and he thrust up into her as he shot stream after stream of cum into her, a cry escaping through gritted teeth.

With a gasp, she fell onto his chiselled chest, panting hard, and he put his arms around her, pressing her close, his manhood still lodged in her honeypot. They lay like that for some time, until they had both calmed down, then Kieran rolled onto his side and drew himself out of Marcia, and could see that both of their sexes were stained with their lovemaking, the sight of which thrilled him, and he felt himself hardening again.

“Marcia… about us.” mumbled Kieran, struggling for the right words in an unfamiliar situation, “I want… I mean, I don’t want… I just… want us to be friends… not in a relationship.”

“Who said anything about a relationship, handsome?” smiled Marcia, then she shrugged. “Its only sex – why spoil it with a relationship? I don’t think that’s what either of us want or need at the moment, and certainly not with each other. But, we can have a little fun can’t we?”

He leaned over and kissed her tenederly on the forehead, “Sure thing, hon.” he said, then moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Do you want to know something about paladins? We’re really great at riding things too… let me show you!”

Marcia giggled at that, then anticipating what was coming next, rolled over and crouched on all fours, facing away from Kieran. Still laughing, she gave her rear a seductive wiggle. The sight instantly made him rock hard again, and clasping his hands to her thighs, he rested his erect meat between her cheeks. Although both their sexes were well lubricated from their last session, he enjoyed rubbing his cock up and down her, mixing their juices further, and generating purrs of satisfaction from the woman under him. Eventually, he could stand the wait no longer, and penetrated deeply into her with a grunt, a cry of surprise and pleasure from Marcia.

The pegasus knight had been firmly in charge of their last session, but this time it was he who was in control. Her circular motions had seemed like a graceful dance to him, but this was him in the frenzy of passion, thrusting into her like a wild animal in heat; by the inarticulate sounds she was making, she was obviously enjoying it. With each thrust, he could feel her heat and tightness, and the magical feeling of his testicles slapping against her thighs at the height of each penetration.

His hands found their way to her breasts, and he took one in each hand. He massaged them roughly, his fingers playing with her erect nipples. He pressed his chest into her back, getting himself as close to her as he could, and all the while thrusting into her. He felt his climax building, and grapping her hips again, thrust powerfully into her, and felt her climax at the exact same time as he did, both of them crying out as he filled her. After a few seconds, he pulled out, and wordlessly they hugged, and fell asleep like that.

Needless to say, Marcia came to Kieran’s room practically every night, and sometimes, when the weather was nice and they weren’t busy, they would ride of into the secluded countryside for a private ‘riding lesson.’

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Authorial Commentary:

Two weeks… three months… same difference? Sorry about that, guys! I really must apologise – I have been ridiculously busy, and will continue to be so, so I’m afraid that regular updates will not be an option, but I promise you that I intend to see this through to the finish! Also, over eleven hundred views – most excellent!

As for Kieran and Marcia, I thought their escapades could provide a little comic relief after the seriousness of the first chapter. I had the two of them as support characters for a while (Kieran didn’t make it to my final line up), and their respective playful natures kind of suggested this to me. I also liked the idea of keeping Marcia’s identity a secret for the first bit – I quite like the way it plays out. My idea was to make her into something of a sex kitten – unlike Geoffrey, Ike and Elincia, I wanted two people wanted sex simply for the sake of having a good time with someone they quite liked.

Also, I’ve introduced a contraceptive in the form of Maidsroot tea – in general, I dislike children, so I’ve absolutely no intention of putting them in my stories. So, no mini-Ikes running around!

As I said, I’ve frankly no idea when the next update will appear – I require both the free time and the inclination to write, and while I have plenty of the latter, the former is sadly lacking these days. However, as a hint, I will tell you that some of the Laguz characters will be involved!

Oh, and reviews and constructive criticism are always much appreciated!