Making love to a woman had never felt this good for Lancelot. Her touch turned him into nothing but a mass of quivering desire. Her kisses fired his blood and her touch sent shivers up his spine.

Lancelot's weight pinned her down on the bed and his knees were wedged between her slender legs, making her put her thighs apart. This placed his cock right at her entrance, a place he desired to bury his throbbing cock in.

She lifted her hips to rub herself against him and he moaned at the contact. He needed to be inside her right now like he needed air to breath. He wanted to fill her up with his cock and make her his again.

"Take me your grace". She purred.

Her sweet voice laced with desire for him made his head spin. His hand slowly travelled up her body, moving towards her nipple. He pinched gently at it, nearly loosing himself when she moaned loudly at the contact.

"Soo responsive". He whispered against her ears.

He bent his head, touching his tongue to her nipple as his cock grazed her cunt. Heat pooled at her entrance and he could feel her juices spill onto the tip of his cock. He closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking hungrily at it.

"My dear wife". He moaned out before taking her other nipple in his mouth.

Her moans vibrated off his body and he pressed himself closer to her, leaving her nipple to find her lips. He kissed her. Tasting the insides of her mouth as he began to push himself into her, slowly.

She run her fingers through his hair, digging them into it as he fully penetrated her. Lancelot groaned, his eyes darkened with desire for her. His wife.

"My precious wife". He moaned as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. "I love you". He said in a soothing tone, his desire at its peak.

He continued to kiss her, increasing his pace with every thrust. His moans filled the chamber and so did hers as it stirred him on, into his climax.

Breathless, he lay on top of her, not in the least eager to move. He looked at her and inhaled her sweet scent. Her beautiful green eyes stared lovingly back at him. He kissed her forehead, rolling over and pulling her into his arms.

"I love you soo much Evangeline".

Lancelot jolted out of bed like he was being chased. He stopped right in front of his door, breathing heavily. He bent over, touching his knees as he tried to steady his breaths.

It was just a dream

A dream which had manifested into reality, he observed, seeing how he had spilled his seeds in his night pants. He had had a wet dream. Something he had not had since he was a mere lad. He hissed. Annoyed that he had been dreaming about the lass. She affected him soo much that it nearly irked him.

Earlier today, he had nearly beat Philip to stupor for slapping her. Had he not seen reasoning quickly, he would have made a fool of himself in front of his workers by defending a low born who was being punished.

She was innocent. He knew that, and so did Philip. But Philip had been the one to come up with the idea. He said it would prove a point to the servants and he agreed. However, seeing her in that state, his heart broke. He could not bare it and without thinking, he rushed to stop the injustice.

He could have sent her away. Back to her home or out of this town but he could not bare to part with her. The thought depressed him.

Getting back to bed, he did not bother to take off his soiled pants. He was lost in thought as to what he should do concerning Evangeline. He missed her so but his reputation was at stake. The duke seat had been in his family for years, loosing the seat over a mere lass would be an insult to his ancestors.

Lancelot cursed. He wondered if Evangeline was alright in the servants quarters. He wondered if she was cold, if she was hungry, if she missed him. He however knew she hated him. He had violated her and he doubted if she would ever forgive him.

He growled loudly. Why did he care?!. She was a low born and his slave now. He should not care for such things as her forgiveness. He could do as he pleased with her and he would not be questioned.

Sighing, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep.

******

Evangeline was shivering due to the cold night. She was laying on the bare floor and it was cold. She was also hungry, having had only little to eat all day. She sat up, looking about the room as everyone slept peacefully. There were twelve servants in the tiny room and she was lucky to have found a place in the room to sleep. The rest slept in the shed or the stables.

Standing to her feet, she left the room and made her way into the fields, hoping to find something to eat. An orange perhaps. She had walked through the fields for a while until she came to a stop by the orange trees. Plucking one, she hungrily peeled it and began to eat it.

"I could charge you for stealing".

The familiar voice made Evangeline drop the half eaten orange on the ground. She shivered with fear when she looked up and saw Sir Philip moving towards her.

Run!!

Her subconscious screamed at her. Without hesitation, she broke into a sprint, running further into the fields. She could hear his footsteps chase after her and Evangeline thought she would die from the fear of being caught by him.

She came to a stop when she neared the woods. She could not go any further. Turning, she saw him advance towards her.

"No where to run to Evangeline". He taunted.

"Please". She begged. "Leave me alone".

The lust in his eyes was evident and Evangeline was certain she could not escape it. He was going to hurt her just as the duke had done if not worse.

"Not until I get what I want my dear Evangeline". He neared her.

Evangeline tried to run past him but he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to him with her back facing him. His left hand went over her chest and he began to caress her breast, licking at her earlobe, whiles the other hand held both of their hands behind her.

Evangeline screamed for help, her voice echoing in the dead of the night. She did not want him touching her. She tried to kick at him but she failed.

Philip turned her around, forcing his lips on hers. She spat at him, kicking him without missing and breaking free from his grip. She began to run again. He chased her, catching her easily. Evangeline bit down on his arm then grabbed a stick and hauled it at him. She hit him thrice on the head, only stopping when he fell to the ground.

She threw the stick away when she noticed the blood on it. She had killed him. She thought. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was a murderer. She would be hanged for this!.

Turning, as tears fell from her eyes, she run out of the duke's estate with no particular destination in mind. All she wanted to do was to escape.