Love in disguise

Chapter Five

Sir Laurence led Sir Roderick through the winding corridors of a castle he shared with Sir Simon, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been eager to show his fellow knight the true pleasures of being a man, and he knew just how to do it.
As they entered the luxurious bedchamber, Sir Laurence’s eyes landed on the plush velvet bed and the candles flickering in the dim light. He turned to Sir Roderick, his hand reaching out under the other knight’s chin, forcing him to look at him.
‘I have a confession to make, my dear friend,’ Sir Laurence said, his voice low and husky. ‘I have a secret desire for you that I have kept hidden for far too long.’
Ben smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘And what is that desire, my lord?’
Sir Laurence leaned in close, his breath hot against Sir Roderick’s ear. ‘To make you experience the raw, primal pleasure that only comes from being taken like a true man.’
Ben’s eyes widened in shock, but he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of fulfilling Sir Laurence’s desire. He had always been fascinated by the idea of being taken by a man in such an intimate way, and now he had the chance to do so.
Sir Laurence sensed Sir Roderick’s hesitation and took matters into his own hands. He pushed Sir Roderick onto the bed and pulled off his own armour, revealing his body. Sir Roderick watched in awe as Sir Laurence stripped slowly, teasing him a little.
Without warning, Sir Laurence got on top of Ben, his hard member pressing against the other knight’s tight entrance. Sir Roderick gasped as Sir Laurence pushed inside him, filling him up in a way he had never experienced before.
Sir Laurence grunted with pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of his lover’s body, his hands gripping the other knight’s hips tightly. He leaned down to whisper in Ben’s ear, his voice low and husky with desire once again.
‘Take it all, my dear friend,’ he said. ‘Let me show you what it truly means to be a man.’
Ben moaned as he felt himself being taken deeper and deeper by Sir Laurence’s powerful thrusts. He couldn’t believe how intense the pleasure was, how overwhelming it felt to be so completely filled by another man.
As their bodies continued to dance in this powerful frenzy, Sir Laurence grew more and more rough with each passing moment. He slapped Ben’s buttock hard enough to leave a mark, grunting with pleasure as he watched the other knight writhe beneath him.
Ben couldn’t help but love every moment of it, every rough touch and dirty word that Sir Laurence uttered. He felt like a true man for the first time in his life, completely consumed by the raw power of another man’s erection inside him.
In the end, they both collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted but completely satisfied. As they lay there together, panting and sweating, Sir Laurence turned to Sir Roderick with a smile on his face.
Ben looked in his eyes and Laurence said: ‘Was it what you expected, my love?’ Ben nodded and received another passionate kiss as Larry collected all his remaining power to climb on top of the other knight once again. As his arms held his lips right over the other man’s, their eyes met. Laurence moved the knight’s long hair out of his face, he said: ‘A truly beautiful man you are, my love. I would like to lay with you forever.’ Ben’s head flew back as Larry sat on top of him, stroking his chest.
Larry said: ‘How many men have you seduced already, my love. Tell me. I want to know how wanted you are.’ Ben’s breath hitched, as he felt his lover’s hands roaming over his naked chest. He let out a soft moan and then said: ‘None, sire. You are the only one.’
Upon hearing this confession, Laurence stopped stroking Ben’s chest. He said: ‘You are…was this your first time, my love?’ Ben’s glance met with Larry’s and he nodded. Laurence’s eyes widened in shock and he said: ‘Have I hurt you, my love? Are you feeling well? I swear I did not know.’ Ben hushed Larry with yet another kiss, pulling him close, placing his hands back onto his own chest. He said: ‘My love, I have never felt more alive. Thank you for this.’ And they kissed again.
Later, Sir Roderick had to leave. Sir Laurence did not like it, but understood and accepted the other knight’s desire to return back to his home.
As Ben entered his chamber silently, in the dim candlelight he saw James, sitting on his royal bed. He jumped up and went over to Ben, hugging him. He said: ‘Thank god, you’re alright, your highness.’ Ben smirked and said: ‘Why wouldn’t I be, my friend?’ James said: ‘They might have hurt you.’ Ben said: ‘They are knights. Tied to the code of chivalry and protection of the king. If I were in danger, I would just reveal my true identity and be taken back to the palace immediately.’ James looked in his lord’s eyes and said: ‘Now, about the explanation, your Majesty. Where have you been?’ as the prince started to undress from the armour.
He sighed and sat on his bed. He said: ‘James, my head has been confused since the very beginning, but my heart became confused the moment I met Sir Laurence.’ ‘Your Majesty, are you saying…’ The prince looked in his friend’s eyes and said: ‘I have to confess, my dear James. I love Sir Laurence.’
James said: ‘Your Majesty, this is impossible to work. You are one of royal blood and a man. You cannot marry a knight.’ Ben’s eyes welled up with tears and he said: ‘Do you think I’m not aware of that? But tell me, my friend, have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t have?’
James looked at the prince and nodded slowly. Ben said: ‘So you must be familiar with the feeling.’
The prince got up and walked over to the window. He looked outside and said: ‘The feeling of being alone, every time you’re not near them. Feeling of disappointment within yourself, but knowing that the love will only get stronger with each glance, each word, each brush of skin against skin. The only thing that is truthful in a world of lies. The light, guiding you through the darkness. That is everything that Sir Laurence means to me and I need your help and support.’ Their glances met and James said: ‘Sire, I understand this more than you think right now.’ Ben looked at his friend and said: ‘So, you have someone like this now?’
The advisor nodded slowly and Ben said: ‘Who is it, my friend? Maybe I could help.’ James smiled painfully and said: ‘Nobody can help. It is forbidden.’ Ben said: ‘Who is it?’ and James looked into the prince’s eyes, considering the consequences of his confession. He inhaled deeply and said: ‘Her name is Regina, your Highness.’ Ben’s eyes widened and he said: ‘My mother?’ ‘Your royal sister, sire.’ James specified and his glance fell towards the floor, unable to point in the direction of Ben’s eyes.
Ben sat down, trying to work out the shock and confusion that sprung within him. He said: ‘Well…I will try to help if you try.’ James said: ‘Sire, this is…I am very disgusted in my feelings and actions.’ Ben said: ‘Do you think I am not? I laid with a man tonight, James.’ James’ eyes widened and he said: ‘You…laid…with him, your Majesty?’ Ben sighed and said: ‘Yes, my friend, most lovely and passionate experience of my entire life.’ Jim smiled at the thought of Regina and how amazing she makes him feel, just by being close to him.
James said: ‘I know how you feel, sire. And I am willing to help you.’ Ben smiled and said: ‘And I will help YOU. Wait here.’ Ben disappeared from the room and came back in a while. He said: ‘She will be here in a second. I told her I have to talk to her. I will guard the corridor.’ And Jim’s eyes lit up. He hugged the prince and said: ‘Thank you.’ Ben smiled and said: ‘Actually, I have one wish that you could grant right now.’ ‘What is it, you Highness?’ James asked and Ben said: ‘Call me by my name, my friend. Please.’ And James nodded, saying: ‘I will try…Ben.’
With that the prince left the room and stood in the corridor. Regina came to him and said: ‘It seemed urgent. What is it, Ben?’ Ben smiled and said: ‘Do not have any unimportant questions, Regina. There is a surprise for you in my room. I hope you like it.’ He smiled and Regina looked both confused and shocked.
She entered the room and closed the door behind her, as Ben stood in the corridor.
As Regina entered the room, her eyes widened, now with pure shock. She saw James and said: ‘You told my brother about us?!’ Jim looked guilty and said: ‘We shared our deepest secrets and…I had to tell someone, your Majesty.’ Regina looked slightly angry now. She said: ‘Stop with the ‘Your Majesty’ nonsense. You fucked me, James. The least you can do is call me by my name. Unless…’ She looked in his eyes and a spark of realisation lit within her.
She said: ‘You used me.’ ‘Sorry?’ Jim asked and the princess said: ‘You just wanted to fuck me, didn’t you?’ Jim’s eyes widened with shock as he heard the accusation. He said: ‘Regina, no, it’s not…’ Regina’s eyes welled up with tears and James took her hands. He said: ‘My love, it was a dream come true for me. Not the act, but the fact that you return my feelings, the fact that you feel the same. Ever since I came here, I felt this way and I tried hard to hide it from you, but I don’t have to anymore. Now I only have to hide my feelings from other people and…frankly…You’re all I care about. If I were to be hung, dragged by a horse, quartered or even tortured, I would gladly accept it, as long as it would mean that your feelings towards me don’t change. I love you, Regina. I always have.’ Regina’s tears were now streaming down her face as she listened to the passionate confession of her lover.
Her heart was beating in sync with his, her mind clear, but filled with thoughts about James and James only. Her voice was shaky as she whispered: ‘I love you.’ Silently, but surely and was rewarded from same words, coming from behind James’ lips.
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A few hours earlier, Simon was waiting outside of the tavern for the last people to leave it, before he entered and saw Beatrice standing by one of the tables. She was cleaning it with a rug and she looked as lovely as ever. Simon cleared his throat, making Beatrice notice him immediately. She said: ‘You came…’ Simon smiled and nodded, giving her a rose that he picked on the way there. She said: ‘Oh, thank you, sire. It is lovely.’ Simon smiled, looking in her eyes. He said: ‘Ma’am, the horse is ready, shall we?’ Beatrice said: ‘Yes, but…could you wait a few more minutes, my lord? I have to wash the empty pints, jugs and chalices.’ He pulled her close and whispered: ‘I’d wait an entire lifetime for you, my lady.’ Beatrice giggled and broke free from Simon’s grasp. She walked behind the bar and started washing the dishes. He said: ‘Is there anything I can help you with?’ Beatrice shook her head and said: ‘Just keep me company. Last time a drunk knight came in after I closed and he tried to get me to lay with him.’ Simon’s anger boiled within him as he heard it. He said: ‘Who was it? Did her hurt you? Do you want me to deal with it?’ Beatrice smiled and said: ‘No need. It was just Sir Oliver. You get used to that overtime.’ Simon said: ‘And you carry no feelings for Sir Oliver?’ Beatrice laughed and said: ‘He is married and I would never. I am no home wrecker, my lord.’ Simon smiled and Beatrice finished washing up in a few minutes.
They walked outside of the tavern and Simon got on top of his horse, making it lower itself, so the lady could join him in the saddle. She held on tight as they walked through the field, her hands wrapped so tight around Sir Simon’s waist that at one moment, they almost looked like a whole.
Simon said: ‘Are you afraid, Ma’am?’ Beatrice said: ‘Just a little bit. I’ve never ridden a horse before.’ Simon smiled and said: ‘Hold on tight, then.’ And kicked the horse’s hips, making him start running.
As the horse trotted through the fields, Simon felt warmth on his back. Then they stopped by the lake.
The moonlight created beautiful picture upon the water surface as the night noises of frogs croaking and crickets chirping, creating a peaceful harmony with a sound of waves in the lake.
Simon got off the horse and helped Beatrice get down. She said: ‘What a beautiful night, my lord.’ And Simon smiled, nodding. His hands reached for her hips as they stood by the lake and to Simon’s surprise, she allowed it to happen.
She said: ‘Could we go for a swim?’ and smiled, looking into Simon’s eyes, who nodded. Simon smiled as the woman unlaced her dress and it fell to the ground with softness of silk. She took off her underwear and revealed her beautiful curves only for Simon to see. He took off his armour and underclothes and approached the woman. She sighed at the touch of skin on skin and Simon said: ‘Do you want to go first, my lady, or shall I go, so you feel safer?’ She smiled and said: ‘Oh I feel safe with you, my lord.’ Simon looked into her eyes and for a brief moment the sounds around them fell completely silent.
Only sound you could hear was the sound of two heart beating as one as the two people stood facing each other, their eyes telling the story of love, attraction and protection. She then broke the moment by saying: ‘I shall go first, my lord.’ And Simon nodded, biting his lip at the sight of the beauty in front of him, who made him feel what no woman ever did.
As they both got out of the water, they sat on the grass, Beatrice wrapped in Simon’s loose shirt and they talked. Beatrice said: ‘And what about you, sire? Do you have any woman by your side?’ Simon leaned on his elbows and said: ‘Sadly not. If I did, I wouldn’t be here. I am true to my women and I respect them dearly.’ ‘That is truly honourable, my lord.’ Beatrice said looking at the man laid next to her. She then took the matters into her own hands. She climbed on top of Simon and looked him in the eyes as she hovered over him, supported by her hands next to each side of Simon’s head.
She said: ‘You are truly a marvellous man, sire.’ Simon gasped as she rocked her hips forward, teasing his groin. He grabbed her hips and said: ‘Ma’am, I gave my word to you, that I would keep this innocent. And what you’re making me think of is not exactly that.’ Beatrice said: ‘I am thinking the same, my lord.’ Simon sighed as she started planting kisses down his neck. He stopped her and said: ‘Ma’am, I need to respect your boundaries. You said something and I gave you my word. I am a true man. I always keep my promise.’ Beatrice sighed and moved closer to him, slamming their lips together in a passionate kiss. No tongues involved, Simon and Beatrice spent some time connected with their mouths, looking like a whole once again. Simon then broke the kiss and panted against her shoulder as she laid on top of him.
She said: ‘Was this innocent enough, my lord?’ Simon nodded and planted another kiss right behind her ear.
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The next evening the knights and page Mathew met at the tavern once again. Sir Laurence couldn’t help but notice the glances exchanged between his loyal friend and the barmaid. He said: ‘What is it that is going on between you and her?’ Simon said: ‘Oh, we spent the most wonderful night yesterday. In each other’s arms, cuddled together by the lake.’ ‘Naked?’ Laurence asked and Simon shook his head. He said: ‘Laurence, my friend, you don’t have to have sex to feel pleasure. But how would you know…’ Laurence said: ‘Excuse me?’ Simon said: ‘Well, you are always about love making, never about love experiencing. Where is that knight of yours now? Do you know where to find him if you want to see him? Do you even know anything about who he is or where he comes from? I’m just saying, my friend, that what you call love, might actually be just your mind, clouded with pure pleasure.’ Laurence looked at his friend, who just took a sip of wine from his chalice and said: ‘You could never understand my kind of love. It is challenging and difficult. It’s not like you come into a room, pick a woman and marry her. You have no idea, what it feels like to love someone who is not destined for you. When, from the beginning, you know for sure that you cannot proceed with your love to higher grounds such as engagement, marriage or raising children. I’ve been lonely for my entire life, my friend. I have to make the most of it this way, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love Sir Roderick OR the prince.’
Simon’s eyes shot up to look at his friend as he heard the words. He said: ‘The prince? Our prince?’ ‘Oh no. I’ve said too much.’ Sir Laurence said diving his lips into his chalice to keep himself from talking. Simon said: ‘What have you done, my friend?’ and Laurence sighed. He said: ‘I confess that I might have been a little too close to his Majesty.’ And Simon rolled his eyes, saying: ‘You didn’t fuck him, did you?’ Sir Laurence, visibly offended, said: ‘I wouldn’t dare, sir. There are boundaries, that even a man like me, has to keep.’ And Simon sighed.
The page looked at his master and said: ‘Sire, I understand how you feel.’ ‘You don’t, Mat. Nobody does.’ Sir Laurence said, taking another sip of wine from his chalice. Mathew said: ‘Sire, I too am in love with someone from royalty.’ Laurence’s glance travelled towards his page and he said: ‘It isn’t her Majesty, the queen, is it?’ The page said: ‘No, sire. It is a woman betrothed to your lover.’ And Laurence’s eyes widened. He said: ‘Princess Martha? But this is purely platonic, my friend. You will never get close enough to her to actually mean something to her. She is a princess and you…a knight’s page. She would never…’ Mathew cut him off by saying: ‘She is true and caring, and…and we kissed.’ Sir Laurence’s eyes were now twice as big as normally as he heard his page’s confession. He said: ‘Good heavens, does nobody in this bloody kingdom have a non-complicated relationship?’ and took another sip from his chalice.