Chapter 61

Cedric grunted, pounding against the whore, the one who his mistress Sheila, smuggled inside his room while he was at the feast.

His grip on the whore’s waist tightened, his thrusting increased further, to the side of the room, on a chair was his mistress, sipping her wine, loose robes parting as she crossed her legs, watching this with interest.

Soon Cedric reached his limit and came inside the whore, pouring everything he had while thinking of a different woman in his mind.

“Ah.. Thea…”

Cedric lost his strength and he slumped down on the bed. The whore got of the bed shakily, before the mistress spoke, “Clean him…”

The whore a brown-haired woman in her twenties, nodded. She grabbed a wet cloth from a bucket to the side and began wiping down the lord.

"Lord Cedric…" The mistress moved to lie at his side, caressing his chest. "You shouldn’t let her blind you. Be aloof, act like a lord… then Lady Thea will notice you. If not, then she isn't worth it anyway."

Her latter words earned a faint glare from Lord Cedric before he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"Milord, ease your mind." she continued. "Too much thought can lead to mistakes and impulsivity."

Cedric let out a stressed sigh. "This is just Thea provoking me, playing with me…"

"Of course. That is why you must remain unaffected by her provocations, she will only find your reaction to her liking."

"But still… she… and that Harrow…"

"Milord… do not worry about Lord Harrow, there are ways to deal with such matters, especially with a lord from the distant south." Sheila said, a glint appearing in her eyes.

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“That’s completely inappropriate…”

“Yet your body is honest.”

“Only because a beautiful lady is pressing against me right now. Any man would react physically… but my mind? My mind is strong.”

“Is that why I feel your hand brush against my breast?”

Adrian snapped his hand back as if only just realizing what he was doing. It couldn't be helped; Lady Thea was practically plastering herself against his side, one of her legs draped over his thigh.

“Yes, well... I’m not the one who keeps brushing her hand against my pants.”

“Oh, why? Do you want me to do the same for you?” Lady Thea crooned.

Adrian took a deep breath, wishing with all his might for self-control as he leaned slightly forward and moved a piece. “Okay... it’s your turn.”

“That’s your move? Disappointing...” Lady Thea said with amusement. Adrian knew she wasn’t talking about the game, and the way her hand brushed against his suggested the same.

Adrian blinked and sighed.

 'Alright... two can play at that game.'

They spent the next half hour brushing against one another, their hands practically roaming. Adrian did his best to resist, smirking when he heard Lady Thea let out a faint gasp as his hand brushed against her breast in a sensual way.

Finally, Lady Thea let out a groan of frustration before standing up abruptly. Adrian thought he had won, until she simply settled herself onto his lap, her back pressed against his chest.

Great ..

She made herself comfortable and chuckled as she felt his hardness.

“Oh lord harrow what is this I'm feeling hm?”

“My sword…” Adrian dryly responded, literally as he suddenly felt thirst. As Lady Thea chuckled, Adrian moved his body slightly, leaning forward, trying to grabbed his cup but the movement just pressed his hardness against her better.

Adrian nearly groaned, his self control slipping, although he was considered experienced with his mistress and the occasionally threesome with her cousin, he was still a young man with a lot of fire in his belly.

And it's taking his all to not lose himself.

In the end his hand went to her thigh, even through her dress he could feel her warmth.

The game was quickly forgotten as they both focused on the pleasure they bring each other.

Lady Thea moved her body, twisting her waist squeezing his hardness against her and Adrian instinctively thrusted up which caused the Lady to chuckle.

“Impatient Lord Harrow?” She said, though in a breathy voice, she was feeling this too.

Adrian smirked and then slowly, pulled her dress over until his hand was feeling her bare thigh, his fingers was callused but he could still fell her shiver with his touch.

His other hand went to the breasts and squeezed, even through the dress he could feel her hardened nipple.

And she gasp as Adrian's finger circled around the nipple. Then Adrian's other hand finally entered deeper into her inner thigh, underneath her garment, a chemisis of sorts and finally he felt a soft curl of hair there, tentatively, he touch her core softly at first, still it made her shudder.

Then he continued, as he traced his finger on her entrance, she was getting wetter and hot. Adrian bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from simply plunging his finger inside.

Adrian then started to run his finger up and down on her entrance, paying particular attention to the top of her core.

He felt her tense in his lap, taut, and getting wetter by the second as he felt his finger getting soaked, and finally judging it the right time, slowly inserted his finger inside.

Her walls stretch open, and her hand grabbed his wrist, as if she might fall. Adrian slowly pushed his finger in until it was halfway buried and settled there.

 Adrian felt the tightness of her walls and her clenching from time to time until he pulled his finger nearly out before pushing it again.

He started fingering her, while doing his best to give attention to her breast, his mouth looking for something to do, parted her hair to the side first and bit the side of her neck causing her to moan.

Adrian was considered experienced at this point, so he knew what to do, he also was watching her reaction to adjust if need be.

Her moaning filled the room now, and then inserted another finger inside and that sent her to the edge.

Soon she laid and pressed against Adrian as she sprawled on top of him, coming. She practically spasm on top of him, before she went limp.

She panted lightly, and Adrian allowed her to rest for a moment before he slowly lifted her and settled her into his seat.

"Well…" Adrian began, smoothing the creases in his clothes. It proved difficult with only one hand, as he kept the other tucked behind his back. 

"Thank you for your visit..." He grinned at the lady, who was slowly recovering.

"What?" she uttered, blinking the pleasure away. 

"As much as I would like to continue entertaining you, Lady Thea, tomorrow is the finals for the jousting and melee." Adrian shifted his leg slightly, subtly trying to let his erection subside rather than allowing it to strain against his trousers.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her confusion deepening, she even glanced down at Adrian’s obvious state.

"I need to prepare my mind for tomorrow. So please, Lady Thea, it is also not appropriate for you to stay here much longer." Adrian tried to suppress a laugh. "Who knows what others might say?"

Lady Thea looked incredulous, as if she couldn't fathom his request. "You’re really letting me... go? Just like that?"

"Well, of course..." Adrian attempted to sound aloof and refined. "Unlike you, I have more restraint and control." 

Try as he might, he couldn't hide his smirk.

Lady Thea gaped at him, her disbelief turning into a glare. 

She looked ready to pounce, but Adrian held up a hand in warning. "Don't make me shout for my knight outside. I'll do it."

That stilled her. For a few moments, they simply stared at one another before Lady Thea huffed and stood up. She hastily cleaned herself with a nearby pillow, causing Adrian to roll his eyes, before turning to leave. She shot him one final glare over her shoulder, which finally provoked a laugh from Adrian.

Soon, the door closed with a bang and Adrian stay still for a moment before he cursed, locked the door and laid himself on the bed, pushing down his pants, his other hand that was wet and that just fingered a lady grabbed his cock and started stroking it.

He won this, he managed to edge over the mischievous lady Thea, but damn, victory didn’t feel great at all!

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Morning arrived, and with it, the finals for both the melee and the joust. Unlike the previous rounds, the melee was scheduled for the morning, while the joust, which would last longer due to the breaks in between was set to run from the afternoon into the night.

Adrian exchanged only brief words with other lords, such as Lord Hardinge and Lord Eaton, regarding the strange events of the previous night. They remained as confused as he was, but the discussion was cut short as Adrian began arming himself with Dexton’s assistance.

This time, the melee was to be a rumble of the greatest fighters, at least near the area as lords and knights from the distant north aren't participating, as well as those far to the west and northeast.

Judging by the roar of the crowd, the spectators were eager for the chaos. Adrian felt the same, he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in anticipation.

Once Dexton finished securing the last plate of armor, he stepped back and grabbed the banner bearing Adrian's sigil.

"May the God of Light be with you, milord," Dexton said. Since the knight wasn't particularly religious, nor anyone from the village really, the words sounded foreign coming from him.

Adrian chuckled, rolling his shoulders to settle the weight of the steel. "Let’s go."

They walked out of the staging area and into the arena, the jousting tilt having been temporarily cleared to make room for the fray. Thirty-three other fighters emerged, scanning one another warily as the crowd cheered.

The rules were the same… and the last one standing would be the ultimate victor.