The Moment

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The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions but the road to my destination is littered with my clothes. Before you smile and think about something hot and wild like me stripping nude while driving and throwing my clothes out the window, it was more of a Murphy’s Law event than something sexy. Perhaps it was the universe foreshadowing, trying to prepare me for what was going to happenSylva pointed out that despite me fooling myself into thinking that I wasn’t going to spend the weekend with my lover while he and his friends pummeled each other with swords that I was actually going to go. She modified my chainmail bikini for me so that it fit properly and asked if I’d give her a ride to the event. Leaving work early in the afternoon, my bags already packed and in the trunk, I picked her up and we were off for a weekend of living in a fantasy-world.Reality had other plans. About halfway through the three or so hour drive, my car began veering to the right a little. A couple miles further and I had to have the steering wheel turned to a “hard left” in order to keep the now-shaking vehicle even vaguely straight. We pulled over, discovering that I had a flat tire.“I’ll call a tow truck or something,” Sylva said to me browsing through her phone.“No need,” I sang out. “We’ll just change the tire.“We can’t change a tire,” she lamented. “We’re girls, remember?”I laughed at her and told her that the notion was utter nonsense. “My father taught me how to change a tire before he’d even let me behind the wheel. I have all the tools and a spare in the trunk.” I also had a long length of pipe in there for leverage.We unpacked the trunk, throwing all but a couple of bags into the back seat. The two remaining bags we just set on the ground until we were done. Recalling my father’s advice, I loosened the lugs, jacked up the car, and replaced the tire with only three or four bouts of cursing and swearing. The gods of profanity would have been proud! Our extremely inconvenient delay dealt with, we threw the deflated tire and the tools back into the trunk and sped off, hurriedly, trying to make up for lost time.Half an hour later we remembered that, in our rushed state, I had forgotten to put the other two bags back into the trunk! A tire-screeching U-turn and twenty or so minutes of speeding later, we arrived back to the scene of the crime. My bags were nowhere to be found! Some lucky scavenger was now the proud owner of my blankets and pillow, my new chainmail bikini, several medieval-looking wench outfits from Pyramid Collection, and my makeup. Yes, it’s just stuff but I felt like crying.I was dressed in ragged cutoffs and a Van Halen t-shirt, hardly appropriate garb for grown adults playing dress up. I immediately apologized to Sylva because she had worked so hard on getting my bikini to fit perfectly. I made the gods of profanity proud once more.“Don’t worry about it,” she soothed. “It will give us an excuse to have another fitting sometime.”As enticing as it was, I still glowered. The combination of Sylva acting silly, Iron Maiden and Blondie playing, and the beautiful evening eventually brought me around again. I thanked my friend, Matt, for bringing up Debbie Harry. That inspired me to grab the CD to play.“I love this old music,” Sylva said to me. “It’s so much better than modern music.”“Fuck you,” I replied.“Maybe later,” she smiled.We arrived at the site, the same as the last event, and saw a veritable sea of tents and pavilions. The field for parking was nearly full. The sun was beginning to set and fires were already blazing here and there. The entry path was manned by guards in full armor and a large banner reading “Border War 21” hung over the path.Sylva, it seems, is quite well-known in the group. Being one of the dancers, as well as one of the few that can do decent costuming, she knows almost everyone. We couldn’t take more than two or three steps before somebody would stop her, greet us, and want to chat. As we eventually made our way around the property, I spied the low hill where Glade had previously pitched his very small pavilion a couple weeks ago. It was once again erected in the same spot. I recognized it from before but also saw something new.In front of the entrance was a scarecrow of sorts. A wooden pole had been thrust into the ground. On the top, a black-painted bull’s skull was Kartal Escort affixed and beneath that was a horizontal shaft with torn pennants of alternating gray and black. It looked like a demonic version of the knights’ standards that I saw at some other tents and locations.“What’s that?” I asked Sylva, pointing towards it.“Uh-oh,” she said slowly. “That’s his battle-flag! If he set that up that means that he’s either hired on to fight or he’s accepted a challenge!”“Okay,” I replied. “What does that mean?”She led me towards one of the common areas where at least a hundred people were milling about. “If he’d been hired on that means he’s going to fight for them, rather than for the crown. If it’s a challenge, then it will be a private duel. Could be serious.”More greetings and several dozen introductions later we had plopped our remaining bags near Glade’s camp. He was nowhere to be seen. Sylva just popped her head inside and then pulled it back out, smiling.“It’s just his stuff,” she beamed out. “Kiera didn’t come!”I was both encouraged and sad over her observation. I had even purchased some leather manacles in case Kiera was there. I felt frustrated again when I remembered that they were also in my lost luggage!“So?” I replied.“That means he’s fair game!” She saw the look on my face. “Sorry,” she said. “I forgot.”“Let’s get you properly attired,” she said quickly as she opened the flap to Glade’s tent. “Come on in. He won’t mind.”Within a few minutes Sylva had shrugged out of her street clothes and put on a purple belly dancer outfit. Rummaging through her bags she found a white underdress—a chemise—that was soft and thin, a medium brown full length skirt, and a matching under breast, lace-up corset top. She helped me into the clothes. With a hand mirror I checked out my look. It was good enough but my shorts were extremely obvious despite the two layers of clothing covering them. Since all of my modesty-preserving undies were now lost to the perverted masses, it was the shorts or nothing at all. I opted for nothing at all and stripped them off.I was also informed of reason for the event. There is a similar group, not too terribly far away, and they alternate hosting a “raid” into each other’s territory. The knights fight, everyone parties, and the winners get the prize. I was told that the prize this year was a jar of strawberry preserves canned by the queen herself. Yes, it’s terribly childish and silly, but it is also very fun.We left Glade’s campsite and went out and mingled. Sylva danced, drank, ate, and flirted going from group to group and camp to camp. I followed along and drank, ate, and flirted. I got caught up in the culture and atmosphere once more and the flat tire, my lost and very expensive clothing, and the stresses of real life ebbed away.Both men and women hit on me and flirted heavily. It was heavenly to be adored and celebrated without any pressure. Hours passed; I became more than a little inebriated, and we made a full tour of the grounds. We eventually found our way back to the gathering spot near Glade’s pavilion and our gear.I hadn’t exactly forgotten all about my lover, but I had stopped looking for him. At first I looked all over for him with disappointment. People would mention that they had seen him but had no idea where he was. I then just quietly looked for clues as to his whereabouts. Over the next few hours of revelry I had all but forgotten about him.Sylva and some others would dance for the people around the bonfire. There was music and laughter. I was approached, in turn, by two separate men. One offered me grapes.“Only if you feed them to me,” I said demurely.The other one professed that he’d do anything to massage my feet.“Then crawl between them and enjoy,” was my response.He did and I forgot all about him being able to see up my skirt as he expertly massaged all the tension away. It wasn’t until I looked down and saw him staring directly at my pussy that I remembered.“Enjoying the view?” I asked. I just smiled at him and spread my legs a little more, giving him a totally unobstructed view. “Do my legs, too.”I felt totally decadent and luxurious. I sat on a comfortable mat on the ground, my back leaning into one ruggedly handsome young man feeding me grapes and another caressing my legs. I slowly sipped my wine and enjoyed Kartal Escort Bayan it. I watched the dancers twirl and entice, the musicians play, and the people celebrate life.The attention to my legs and feet was beginning to turn me on and the attention to my femininity by so many admirers was turning me on immensely. I threw my head back and looked at the stars. For me it was a magical moment. I felt adored, accepted, loved, and pampered. I languished in the fingers caressing my upper thighs. I felt a fingertip brush against my pussy lips and then quickly draw back.I snapped out my reverie and looked at the man lying prone between my legs. “I didn’t tell you to stop!” I said to him. His hands went right back to where they were. “A little softer, please,” I said to him and then settled back.People noticed but didn’t care. I was growing very wet and my “slave’s” hands forgot all about my legs and were busy caressing my dripping pussy. Sylva broke off from the small group she was talking to and walked over with a huge smile on her face.“I see you’re settling in,” she said as she handed me something brown and soft. I looked; it was a brownie.“Nature’s best, “ she smiled out. “Organic, real chocolate, and herbal enhanced.” She leaned in and kissed me lightly and then danced off.“Rub my shoulders,” I requested from my previous grape-feeding extremely muscular and somewhat handsome companion. He smiled and immediately went to work on my body. I ate the brownie noting that it had major herbal notes.I won’t bore you with all the lavish details of being treated like a goddess. I will, however, recommend it to any woman! I was floating on clouds, feeling amazing, and my entire body had ignited into a bundle of pleasure-inducing nerves. This went on for more than an hour. My masseur on my lower half had brought me close to an orgasmic state several times but kept losing his momentum. My masseur on my upper half had covered my entire upper torso with his hands hundreds of times over; thousands of times over on my breasts and now-extremely-excited nipples.I had had enough. I gently removed their hands from their respective spots on my body and stood. I looked them both over. I shrugged, mentally. “Now I’m so horny that I need sex. Which one of you wants me?”As I had hoped, they both proclaimed their desire for me. I laughed, enjoying the attention. “I can’t decide,” I said to them in mock despair. “How about the both of you take me for a walk in the woods?”They both sprung up with enthusiasm. With one young man on either side of me, I let them lead me towards the small wood. Feeling empowered I squeezed their butts with either hand. Sylva saw me and gave me a double thumbs-up sign. As we neared the edge of the party I finally saw my lover approaching.I don’t know where he had been or what he had been doing but he looked as if he just gone through a war. He was dressed in only sandals and a sort of ornate black leather kilt or loincloth. It was a broad waist-belt that had wide strips of leather hanging down from it. The strips had rings sewn into them that matched his demonic armor. They hung about him like a skirt, covering his thighs. He was shirtless and had mystic, Celtic-looking designs painted on his upper torso. His long hair was swept back from his face and held in place by a leather headband. He carried a short sword in his left hand and the sheath was slung over his back. His lower thigh, torso, and arms were bloodied with small cuts and bruised. He looked hot!I smiled and waved at him to catch his attention. When he saw me, his face lit up and he ran over to me. Ignoring the men on either side of me he reached in and kissed me deeply. His kiss was long, probing, and soul-igniting. If I hadn’t already been worshipped into a sexual fervor, his kiss alone would have done it.When our kiss ended, the two young men in my arms looked at him oddly. I’d like to think that it was a mixture of respect and fear, but that’s probably just the romantic in me. He greeted them, in turn, and then turned to me.“I’m so glad you made it. Are you camping with me or have you…” he gestured to the men holding me. “Made other arrangements?”I giggled demurely. “My stuff is near your tent, but I’m with Sylva so she’ll have to bunk with me unless she has a place.”He laughed then. Escort Kartal “I’ll put her stuff inside with yours, just in case.”He looked at me quizzically. I sensed that he was going to pull me away from my dual suitors and try to claim me for his own. I felt a sense of triumph well up inside me. I was finally going to make him beg or fight to keep me and nearly did a victory dance right then and there. He remained silent, staring, for a few seconds.A broad smile broke out on his face; that same perfectly crooked, roguish, heart-melting, pussy-dripping smile he always has. “OK, have fun then. I’ll catch up with you later if you’re not otherwise occupied.” He slapped my suitors on their shoulders and me on my ass and then sauntered off towards the action, whistling.“Motherfucker!” I exclaimed.“Did I miss something?” my blond beau asked me.“Yes, Goddess damn it.” I said back softly. “He’s supposed to get jealous and try to win my favor. No offense to you, of course.”“None taken,” he said as he put his arm around me once more.“Who, Glade?” My brown-haired grape-feeder said. “He’s not like that.”“That was Glade!” the first one said as he squeezed my behind. “I’ve always wanted to fight him. I hear he’s fucking crazy.”“Enough,” I said to them. “Take me into the woods and fuck me.” If my lover wasn’t going to steal me away from them then I might as well enjoy it. I told myself that it was the booze and the brownies speaking but I knew that I was doing it because I wanted to make him jealous and because I wanted to… mostly because I wanted to.A few yards into the wooded area I saw a soft-looking spot and led them over to it. Lying down on their soft cloaks I stripped nude and lay on my back, spreading my legs. The muscular one knelt beside me and leaned in to kiss me. He kissed hard and strong, his tongue invading my mouth. I went with it feeling his hand caress my breast. My other lover crawled between my legs and began to lick my pussy. His tongue ran up and down my wet slit a few times and then went directly to my clit.We kissed and I felt my pussy begin to gush. “Lick it faster, make me cum,” I begged.“Put your cock in my mouth, I want to taste you,” I said to the other.They alternated between kissing me, exploring my body with their hands, and licking and fingering my hot pussy. My first orgasm came on quickly and strong. My second came on the other one’s tongue while my nipples were being sucked.“I need to be fucked!” I said. “Take turns and don’t cum until I tell you.”I sucked while I got fucked. I kissed and fondled while I got pounded. One of them was a little longer than average but very thin. The other one was shorter than average but decently thick. The changing sensations were incredible.On a whim I shoved blondie’s head to my clit as the other one screwed me. The sensation of having my clit licked by a man while another man was inside of me brought me to third orgasm.I drew myself up on to my hands and knees. “I want one of you to pound me hard from behind and cum on my ass and the other one to fuck my face and cum all over my tits.” I said to them in my heat.Feeling a cock sliding in and out of me on both ends brought me close to a fourth orgasm. I didn’t make it before the first one pulled out and I felt his hot spunk cover my behind. I forced my head down as far as I could on the second one until he told me he was going to cum. I then knelt upright and stroked him hard and fast until he shot spurts on my breasts, moaning all the while.I sat back on my haunches and rubbed it into my skin and smiled at them both. “That was awesome,” I said to them.They helped me up to my feet and then helped me dress and get the leaves and sticks out of my hair. They escorted me back to the common area and the party was still going strong. I looked around but didn’t see Glade. Sylva saw me and ran up to me, bouncing nicely.“It looks like you had fun,” she smiled to me, knowingly.“Did he storm off all jealous?” I quizzed her.“Ah, no.” she replied. “He’s preparing for his duel tomorrow morning. Character death against Sir Maris.”My two male companions gasped.“What is that?”“It means that the loser’s persona is considered killed and they have a recreate a new one,” my blond beau said in shock. “It’s very serious.”It was explained to me that every member of the group creates a sort of alter-ego, their persona. It is the “character” they adopt and play. In a “persona-death” battle the loser is considered to be dead and the person can never use the persona again. They must create a new character whose role they’ll play.Sylva nodded seriously and gestured to the other side of area. “He’s over there.”

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