Faith Hope and Charity

A week later. Guy and Allan arrived at the castle to be immediately told that Vasey wanted to see them.

He had a map spread out on his table and he looked both serious and business like.

' Due to bad weather the King had to dock at Corfu'. He indicated an island on the map.
'Then he set sale from there only to be washed up.....here'. He indicated North Eastern Italy. ' A town called Aquileia. He and companions are travelling over land from there. Dressed I'm told as Knights Templar.
We leave from here in 2 days. I suggest you get back to Loxley and get ready'...........

They left their horses in the hands of stable lads and went off to find Charity and Niamh.
Their wives were outside helping women from the village.
Guy whispered into Charity's ear. ' Come into the house with Niamh. We need to talk to you both'.

Charity sighed. ' I suspected that the time had come.' She threw her arms around Guy's neck.
' I'm torn between pride at what you're planning to do and wanting to beg you not to go. I've guessed at the danger of course.
Though you've tried to hide it from me'. She put a hand affectionately on his cheek.

' Allan'. She turned and smiled at her friend's husband. ' I'm glad that you'll be with Sir Guy. It will be a comfort to know he has a friend there beside him'.

Allan grinned. ' Yeah you know me. Never happier than when there's danger'.

Niamh poked him in the chest indignantly. ' Hey. Don't forget you have a wife now. I'd like you back in one piece and breathing if possible'.

There was nothing for it now but to let the men go to prepare. ' And I too have something to prepare'. Charity said quietly.

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It came far too soon. The night before the men were due to leave. Everything was prepared for the morning. Now all that remained was these precious last hours with the women they loved.

Guy led Charity into their room and sat back on the bed shepherding her into the crook of his arm as the relaxed together.

His other hand stroked her face and hair wanting as much contact as he could possibly
get.
' I love you'. He told her softly. ' Whatever happens when I'm away never forget that. I'll always be thankful that I was chosen to be your husband'.

' And you must remember how you 're loved in return'. Charity replied. ' You're developing so well. I knew you could and It's a pleasure to help you do it'.

She lifted her mouth to his and they kissed. A deep delicious embrace that shared all that words could not.
Their lips parted. The connection diverting to their eyes as practised fingers unfastened each other's clothes and peeled them away.

Tonight there was no rush. Sensuality took the place of raw passion for the time being.
They climbed between the covers and returned to slow languid kissing. Lips and hands travelling on a journey over each other's bodies. A pilgrimage of love that neither could tire of making. Eyes and ears drinking in every enchanting response.

They were getting to know one another's bodies so well that this was a journey of familiar places. Confident of what wonders could be found at each location.
How each spot needed to be touched for the desired results.

For now the most sacred places were being deflected around building up the sexual tension.
The tell tale arching of hips and chest begging for attention showing that it was working perfectly.

' What is it that you want My lady ?' Guy's deep tiger's purr every bit as arousing as his hands and lips.
' I want your mouth on my nipples'. Charity told him eyes looking up into his own. She surprised her self by how easy she now found it to talk in these explicit terms.
Guy clearly loved it. Eyes glowing and mouth raising in a wicked smirk.

Then he bent his head and took each nipple in turn between his lips tongue flicking against the tingling taut peak. Grinning as she moaned softly.
' I'm longing to feel your tongue drawing circles around each peak'. She murmured twining her fingers through her husband's dark hair as he obliged her. Drawing a gasping 'yes' from deep inside.

One large hand was tantalisingly stroking her inner thighs. Their dampness evidence of how inflamed she now was.
As her breasts arched up against his mouth so her hips lifted trying to nudge his hand towards her core.
' Is there something more I can do for My Lady ?' Guy's smirk was utterly filthy now.
And Charity moaned in frustrated need as he wiped some of the moisture from her thighs and slid the fingers between his lips. One dark eyebrow raised questioningly.

' I want your tongue and lips on my clit'. She almost sobbed at him. ' I need you to lick up all this wetness you've given me and I'll burst if you don't slide your fingers into my p***y and f**k me right now !'

And she cried out fit to be heard in Lincoln at the exquisite sensations as her husband obliged her.

As she lay smiling at him through a post multi orgasmic haze she reached out a hand to his fully erect c0ck stroking a finger lightly down the length.
' You'll have to pay for teasing me like that you know'. She told him.
Guy lay back smirking again. ' Oh I do hope so'.


He gasped as her lips fastened round a nipple her tongue circling the hard bud. And she alternated between the 2 of them for a good 5 minutes. A hand stroking his taut belly. Just brushing his dark tangle of pubic hair.

Now the hand moved to his inner thighs while her soft lips moved over his torso tongue taking little kitten licks at the flesh.

Her fingers trailed tingling circles on the sensitive skin. Occasionally brushing again Guy's Balls, a**e and the shaft of his c)ck. A bead of the sweet lubricating fluid oozed from the hole. Charity gave a beguiling glance from beneath her dark thick lashes as she bent to lick the fluid up with a brief slow sweep of her tongue.
A golden temptress that nearly had him c***ing there and then.

Guy groaned softly. His hips thrusting up seeking her hands and mouth.


' Anything I can do for My Lord ?' She purred softly. A finger stroking down his twitching shaft. Making him groan again loudly with need.

' You can lie back. Open those lovely thighs and let me bury my c0ck into your delicious wet c**t'.

And Charity did so more than willingly. Her arms welcoming Guy into a hot embrace.
Crying out in jubilation as she felt herself filled up.

Guy began to move. Slowly, very slowly. He looked deeply into his wife's eyes.
Not wanting to miss a second of this sharing of rapture with her.

Her hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts taking him in deeply. She could feel every wonderful inch of him. He felt her hot trembling wetness along his whole length.

They were ready to drown in the intoxication of each other's company. All that existed was this moment. The touch of one another's bodies, the sounds of growing euphoria and the heavenly beauty of a beloved face transported by ecstasy.

Waves of pleasure washed over them and they bathed in it together. Finally falling in total relaxation into a gentle embrace. Reaffirming their love yet again.

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Guy awoke in the morning to find Charity leaning over him. Tracing the contours of his face with her finger. Warm tears were falling onto his chest.

' I'm sorry'. She said quietly. ' I've tried to hold them back until you' ve left'.

Guy wiped the drops away from her face and kissed her lovingly. ' Never apologise for tears of love'. He took a scrap of cloth and wiped the wetness from his chest putting the cloth with his jacket. ' That will be going with me'. He smiled.


Charity and Niamh walked to the stables to say their tearful farewells. On the way Charity handed a roll of parchment with the Gisborne seal to Niamh.
' Will you give this to Allan please ? If My Lord succeeds in his mission it is to be given to the king'. She didn't want to contemplate his failing.

2 couples tightly embraced at the stable door.
Behind Guy's back Allan held up the parchment to Charity and stowed it inside his jacket. Father Tuck had come at Charity's request and gave the men a mercifully short blessing. ' May God protect you my sons. May your mission be crowned with success and may you return safe and well to the arms of your loved ones............'.

As Guy prepared to mount Gaius, Charity handed him one last token. It was a lock of her hair tied into a loop by a portion of her gown lace.
' I don't need anything to remind me of you My love'. He told her. ' But it will comfort me at nights by letting me think you're with me'.
' I will be in spirit'. Charity said quietly. ' And here'........ She laid a hand on his chest. '........' in your heart. My brave Knight'.

TBC