no unco one of his lords as a traitor, but her efforts to ply her Irade among
the lords and knights in the king's train had met with disinterest at best.
There were already plenty of harlots following the army, and the addition of
a pretty red Norman whore was not an occasion of great note. . My name
is Desiderata, sweet Turold, and non, I care about titles and such," she
lied, stroking Turold's muscular arm.
"I only care that a man is a man. And Turold of Swanlea, you look very much
a man to me," she purred, marveling at how easy this was. Turold was
practically drooling. But perhaps she had overplayed it. She was hungry,
yet the heated gleam in his blue eyes made her wonder if he would manage to
wait until after they supped to drag her off into the undergrowth.
"Mmm, does that not smell good?" she cooed, pointing to the meat the squire
was turning on the spit.
"I vow I would do almost anything for a bite of coney, dear Turold."
"Anything, Desiderata?"
"Anything, after we sup, Turold," she said, thinking she had better speak
plainly.
"Very well, you shall have a bite of supper first, sweeting, and then... then
I'll have a bite o' you, my Norman vixen." He chuckled, hugely pleased at
his jest. Later, as Desiderata lay against the stocky Englishman's chest
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under a yew tree, she had to admit that sex with Turold of Swanlea had been
surprisingly pleasant. Not only had he given her a silver penny before
taking her, thus preventing her having to nag for it later, the sturdy
Englishman's braies had concealed the fact that he was built like a bull.
She'd been thrilled to find he had the endurance of one, too, bringing her to
a whimpering climax before he allowed himself to spill his seed within her.
Most men didn't care whether the whore they'd bought experienced any pleasure
or not.
Now he was drifting off into sleep, but she wanted to attach herself more
firmly to him, and so she began to ask him about himself.
"Turold, you're a very handsome man, but your eyes hold great sadness," she
said, running a fingernail across his muscular chest so that he roused enough
to hear her. It was a wonderful thing to say to a man, a sentence that never
failed to set them talking about their favorite subject-- themselves.
What man had not experienced some disalypointment, and what man could fail to
appreciate a woman who had noted their tristesse?
"That's true, Desi, and you're right clever to sense it, for I keep my
feelings well hidden, as a man should," he said, cuddling her closer with one
powerful arm while his fingers strayed onto her breast.
"That you do, but I could just feel life had not treated you justly,"
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she purred, archirig up against him like a cat confident that she will be
petted.
"Aye, well, life has been fair enough, but there's a woman who cheated me,"
he told her, "of what was mine."
"And who was this evil woman?" Desiderata asked, thinking it was always a
woman.
"I hate her before you even tell me her name."
"She was my betrothed. We were to marry the next day, but she ran away,
leaving me hurt and, worse yet, unable to wed another, for the contract still
existed."
woman--you gave her no cause for her actions? " she asked, leaning on one
elbow to look him in the eye. If Tarold was a stingy man or a brutal one,
she wanted to find out now, before she wasted any more time on him.
Turold looked abashed.
"Perhaps I was a little ... bold in my wooing, shall we say? But she ran
from me without even giving me a chance to apologize."
Desiderata giggled.
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"Why, the silly, frightened virgin! Wa she not brave enough to take the
attentions of a real man? What a foolish wench, yes, and cruel, too, not to
ap- a wonderful man you are," she said, right on and what's worse, she left
me for a devil of a he growled.
"You think Normans are devils?" she said, playing with him a little.
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