Erotic Fiction: Gisela of Wiltshire
I saw Gisela standing by the princess, the two of them attempting to discreetly chat as King Godbert announced each of his knights entering the dining hall. I was among the first to enter, noticing the young woman from my last visit to the castle; it was impossible to miss the princess’ most trusted friend and lady-in-waiting. Her long hair was hidden within a cornet coiffure, the white linen wimple allowing hints of her golden crown of braids to peak through. In every way, she looked like the most regal person in the room.
The feast was as delicious as it was tedious. I found it impossible to pry my eyes away from Gisela for the entirety of it, her gaze flickering to mine every so often to offer the slightest glimpse of a knowing smile.
I promised her that I would come back from the war. I promised her that I would be hers forever.
It was not until the wee hours of the morning that everyone began to slowly trickle from the hall and to their chambers. Gisela and the other ladies-in-waiting trailed behind the princess in a single file, floating right past my table where I sat with the other ‘most esteemed guests.’ The princess paused at the door and turned to her friend, whispering something in her ear. Gisela turned to me and raised her eyebrows. When the group exited through the doors, she turned left while the remaining women continued onwards down the hall, like goslings at the heels of their mother.
I stood up and bid my tablemates a good night moments later, entering the hall just in time to catch the tail end of Gisela’s dress trail around the corner of the adjoining passage. We continued through the maze of hallways, me following behind at a fair distance so as not to stir suspicion from those around us. Eventually, there was no one to be seen or heard. Gisela pushed open a heavy wooden door and disappeared behind it.
With one last glance around to ensure our privacy, I followed suit, entering the empty chamber and dropping the deadbolt into place behind me. There was nothing in it, aside from an unlit hearth.
“Sir Savaric the Brave,” she exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. With a slight curtsy, she added, “You’ve come home to me.”
“I promised, did I not?”
“You did, but fate often has Her own say in things.” She took a step forward, coming face-to-face with me. I could feel her breath on my neck. Abruptly, she spun around. “Unlace me.”
“Do you not wish to wait until—?” She waved her hand, dismissively.
“If you still wish to marry me, then unlace me now.” And so I did. Layer by layer, her clothing fell to the ground, a growing puddle rising around her ivory ankles. She stepped out from them with care, gently pulling off her headdress and letting the loose braids fall around her shoulders. She nodded towards my clothes in a silent bid for me to begin removing those, too.
Gisela laid down against the dark stone floor, her skin illuminated only by the minimal moonlight filtering through the uncovered windows. When I was as bare as I was when I came into this world, I lowered myself on the ground next to her. She rolled towards me, placing her soft hand against my cheek and guiding my lips to hers.
Nimbly, she lifted her leg to straddle me, her thighs cradling my hips on either side for a brief moment before she lowered her body down onto me. As I entered her, a low moan escaped her parted lips, her eyes squinting shut. After a moment of resting, my member buried deep within her, she sighed and allowed her eyelids to flutter open.
“Incredible,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss me again. God in Heaven, I was so in love with her. She was not my first lover, but I knew at that moment that she would be my last. In fact, I knew it from the first moment that I laid eyes on her three years ago, before I left the kingdom for war. I knew I had to come back for her. She was all I thought about during the many cold and lonely months away from home.
“You will marry me?” I asked. It was difficult to form the words as she began bouncing up and down against my shaft languidly, her moaning growing louder and louder and making it near-impossible to focus. All I could think about was how good it felt to be inside of her and how beautiful she was.
Suddenly, she cried out, her hand shooting up to her mouth to stifle the sounds escaping her. A moment passed while she regained her composure. “Yes, of course. I will marry you, Savaric.”
