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Previously the great Lord Ragan had been caught in a terrible snowstorm whilst trying to cross wasteland known as The Badlands. He became separated from his two lieutenants, and he and his bodyguard Simmons had hopelessly continued together on foot after their horses died. Just at the moment, Ragan thought all was lost;*they had spotted a tiny hamlet and were dragged in by the inhabitants.The hamlet was owned and ruled by a minor Lord, Lord Godfrey, a rather frail, blind old man. However, Godfrey had a stunningly beautiful eighteen-year-old bride, Lady Katherine. During the night, after Lord Godfrey was asleep, Lady Katherine had visited Lord Ragan?s bed chambers. Ragan had spent all night screwing this busty teenage bride.In fact, as the storm did not cease for almost a week, Ragan had enjoyed the delights of bedding Lady Katherine many, many times.But eventually, the snow stopped falling, and eight days after being rescued by Lord Godfrey, Lord Ragan and his bodyguard Simmons rode out from the hamlet, heading for the Headstone Road.Lord Godfrey had been kind to give Ragan and Simmons a horse each*and provisions to last them a week. Ragan had thanked Godfrey for all his assistance and had offered him a seat on the minor lord?s council in compensation. Whether the frail old man would be willing to travel to Rhigord, Lord Ragan?s ancestral home, and the capital of these northern lands, to take up his seat remained to be seen.Ragan and Simmons were now on horseback, trudging through the melting snow across the vast wasteland. They were now three days out from Lord Godfrey?s hamlet home. Simmons and he had slept out under the stars in small tents, with a brush-wood fuelled campfire to keep them warm.Ragan hoped that they would find the Headstone Road later today, and then their journey would be more comfortable. Ragan and Simmons were on their way to the great port city of Shanten*and had crossed the Badlands in an attempt to shorten their journey. That had been a mistake, and it seems his two lieutenants had paid for it with their lives.Once they re-joined the Headstone Road, their horses could pick up some speed. Also, there were many taverns and accommodations along the road that Ragan and Simmons could stay at instead of having to sleep in their tents.As Ragan?s horse continued through the snow, the great Lord?s thoughts turned back to Lady Katherine. She was a real beauty for sure, and sexy as hell. Ragan had spoken with Lady Katherine about what her plans would be if Lord Godfrey were to die. He couldn?t see her continuing to live the rest of her life as a lonely widow in such an isolated wilderness.She seemed unsure and talked about perhaps returning to live with her father, a landowner in The Badlands. Of course, The Badlands estates were not worth much, as their ground could not be farmed.Ragan had made Lady Katherine a counter-proposal; that if Lord Godfrey should die, Ragan would marry her. Lady Katherine seemed excited by that prospect. Perhaps this was because she would be swopping an elderly, blind, minor lord of a husband in his seventies, who could not manage any sexual activity, to a virulent and handsome great Lord in his forties, who most certainly enjoyed all manner of sexual appetites.Ragan did have one rule that Lady Katherine would have to agree to, however. Ragan had always had a wandering eye as far as women were concerned. He had bedded village tarts, brothel whores, and other men?s wives throughout his vast fiefdom and beyond. He was not about to give that up just to marry Lady Katherine, as fond of her as he was.Lady Katherine understood the ways of the world and did not expect a great Lord such as Ragan, in fact, the greatest lord in the Northlands, to limit himself to just one woman. She was quite happy for him to spread his seed around as much as he wanted when he was out on his travels around his great lands. In fact, the local people expected it to be as such; it had always been an accepted custom.But when Ragan was at his ancestral home in the great city of Rhigord, Katherine would expect Ragan to be discreet*so that she was not humiliated in her new home. Ragan had happily agreed to this request. But to test Lady Katherine?s reasoning, Ragan had also had sex with Mabel, the young serving girl in the employ of Lord Godfrey. He had done it with Katherine?s blessing, of course, but he had wanted to make clear to her he was a man of his word*and would always enjoy other women on the side.But Lady Katherine seemed very agreeable to the whole situation, and happily returned to Lord Ragan?s bed the next night. She had even asked about what Mabel had done in bed for Ragan, as Katherine knew Mabel was a complete slut, and wanted to know of any new positions or techniques she might pick up to please him. She still seemed excited with the idea of marrying a man like Ragan and coming to live at Rhigord.Of course, all this was rather academic, as currently, Lady Katherine was married to Lord Godfrey, and Ragan was happy to wait until Godfrey passed away of natural causes*before he made any firm plans with her. Lord Godfrey was indeed frail, elderly, and rather sickly. He might only last another winter, perhaps two. Even if it was two winters away, Lady Katherine would still only be twenty years old; still very much marriage material.Of course, it could be that Lord Godfrey lived on for many more years. Ragan would have to monitor the situation from Rhigord.Some lords might perhaps find a way to quicken Lord Godfrey?s passing. He had heard stories of past lords sending men who had attractive wives to the frontline during wars and skirmishes, hoping they would be killed*so that they might be able to marry*or perhaps just fuck their recently bereaved widow. But Ragan found this type of behaviour contemptible*and would not stand for it in his own court.Besides, Lord Godfrey had saved Ragan?s life; he owed him a debt. He would pay it back by ensuring Lord Godfrey had a peaceful, restful last few years, however many it might be.Once he passed away, Ragan would further do Lord Godfrey honour by taking care of his young wife. Even if Godfrey could not perform his husbandly duties in bed, in fact, apparently he had never consummated his marriage,*Ragan could tell Godfrey was at least very fond of Lady Katherine. Lord Ragan would marry Lady Katherine, and Lord Godfrey could rest easy in his grave knowing his young wife was happy and financially secure.As Ragan?s horse stopped for a moment to eat some rare grasses poking through the snow, his thoughts drifted to the many nights and afternoons he had spent in bed with Lady Katherine. Her body was incredible; fantastic young firm arse, and huge big firm tits. She was insatiable too, perhaps due to the fact she had gotten no sex during her Ankara bayan escort (http://officialankara.com/) two-year marriage to Lord Godfrey. Ragan had taught her many, many new things that great Lords enjoyed doing with young women in bed.?My lord,? Simmons called out, interrupting Ragan?s thoughts.Ragan looked up. Simmons and his horse had moved ahead of him whilst Ragan?s jet-black horse had been enjoying some grass to eat. Simmons was pointing ahead*and to the left.Ragan?s eyes shifted out to the left, where, in the far distance, he could just make out the Headstone Road. Finally, they would be making a better pace soon. Ragan judged they would make it to the road in a couple of hours or so.Ragan spent the time it took to ride to the road thinking more about all the dirty deeds he had done to Lord Godfrey?s young wife. It brought a smile to his face, even in the face of a chilly headwind.Eventually, Lord Ragan and his trusted bodyguard and aide Simmons reached the Headstone Road. It was a cobbled road, around three horse lengths wide in most places. There was still snow on the cobbles, but it was melting fast. The road would be quicker as the horses did not have to take such a winding path around bushes, hedges and thickets like they had across the wasteland of The Badlands.When dusk approached, Lord Ragan and Simmons sped up a little*and soon came upon the tiny village of Hailston. It wasn?t much more than a collection of six or seven small buildings. They secured sleeping accommodation in the stables, enjoyed a cooked meal, and then retired for the evening, sleeping in the hay next to their horses. At least it was warm.Lord Ragan wrote a letter in the morning to his second in command back in Rhigord, telling him about the storm that had delayed them*and the loss of his two lieutenants. Their families should know as soon as possible of the sad news. Ragan managed to catch the passing postal rider before they left Hailston, so his letter should arrive at Rhigord within the week.Lord Ragan and Simmons spent two more days on the Headstone Road, slowly moving closer to their destination of Shanten. They spent their nights in rooms in local taverns and inns along the road.In one of the taverns one night, Lord Ragan heard talk of trouble brewing in the town of Leddson. Apparently, a minor lord?s son had begun warring with his brother*over who would replace their father on his death. A few skirmishes had broken out. No deaths had yet occurred, but it wouldn?t be long, if the local gossip was to be believed.Leddson was not on the Headstone Road. It was down a narrow trail, about twenty leagues to the south. It would further delay Ragan?s arrival in Shanten. But he could not ignore talk of warring lords or their sons in his lands; he must stamp this out.Ragan wrote another letter to the nearest garrison commander, informing him of his plan to visit Leddson and investigate the matter. He also asked for one platoon of troops to be sent to Leddson as soon as possible to assist him. In the morning he gave the letter to the next postal rider*but ordered him to ride directly to the garrison, just two days ride away, ignoring any other stops along the way.Then Lord Ragan and Simmons sped quickly down the Headstone Road until they reached the turnoff for Leddson, and then followed the trail. The going was slow, however, as the trail twisted through a mountain pass*and down through narrow gorges.As the sun began to set, Ragan realised they were not going to get to Leddson tonight. They would have to sleep out under the stars again. But just as Simmons began looking along the trail for a suitable campsite, Ragan noticed some lights off in the distance. Ragan and Simmons hurried their horses toward them.Ten minutes later they came across the small town of Kallut. It was a farming community, with a few buildings at its centre. There was a local store, a small church, and thankfully a tavern. Ragan and Simmons left their horses in the care of the local stable master and his son*and headed toward the tavern.The tavern was named The Bells, perhaps after the double bells atop the steeple of the church. It was a two-storey wooden building*and had a sign outside stating they had a room for rent. Once inside Ragan made his way to the bar*whilst Simmons sat at a table.The tavern was fairly dimly lit inside, with just a few candles here and there, plus the fire in the hearth lighting the room. There were nine tables spread across the tavern*and perhaps twenty or so locals enjoying a drink.The tavern owner came over to serve Ragan at the bar. He was a fairly short, portly, balding man, perhaps in his early fifties. As soon as the tavern owner got closer to Ragan, he stopped, looking surprised, as if he recognised Lord Ragan.?My stars! Can it be true?? he stammered.?Excuse me?? Ragan replied. Surely this man did not know him;*he had never been to this town before.?Lord Ragan, is it not?? the tavern owner asked, ?I swear if it is not.??You know me?? Ragan asked, slightly suspicious.?Ah no, of course not my Lord. I meant no disrespect,? the tavern owner explained, ?But I did see you speak once at my brother?s garrison, during his acceptance ceremony. At Shulwin Garrison, it must have been three years ago now.?Shulwin was the local garrison for this area. It was where he had sent his letter to ask for a platoon to be sent to Leddson. Ragan now remembered speaking there a few years ago when they had a ceremony for a new influx of troops accepted into service. Apparently, this man had been in the crowd.?Yes, you even looked at me as you passed by on your way out*and gave me a nod,? the tavern owner continued, smiling, ?I have never forgotten it.?Of course, Lord Ragan had no memory of this incident. He must meet thousands of people every year at various ceremonies, feasts and functions. But this man did not need to know that. Ragan always found it beneficial to make anyone he met feel valued and respected.?Of course, how are you, sir?? Lord Ragan replied.The tavern owner beamed, perhaps under the illusion that the great Lord Ragan had recognised and remembered him.?So, this is your place, huh?? Ragan continued, ?It?s nice. Very welcoming.??Thank you, my Lord, I am honoured by your visit,? the tavern owner said, still beaming, ?My name is Wallace. When I saw you last, I did not get the opportunity to introduce myself.??Well, let me shake your hand, Wallace,? Ragan replied*and did so.Wallace*the tavern owner*was incredulous, the great Lord Ragan here in his business and even shaking his hand.It was a white lie, of course, to let Wallace think Ragan remembered him. But it suited Ragan?s purposes. Hopefully, it would help in securing accommodations for the night, and it made Wallace feel good too. He would now have Escort bayan Ankara (http://officialankara.com/) a story to tell everyone that came into his tavern for the rest of his life.Ragan asked about the availability of rooms for the night for himself and Simmons. Wallace nodded happily, proud that Lord Ragan would be staying in his lodgings. Wallace said he had one room available for rent on the top floor. Lord Ragan could take that room, and Wallace could arrange warm accommodations in the stable for Simmons.Ragan agreed; Simmons was used to sleeping in stables after all, and what choice did they have anyway, in such a small village? He also asked about hot meals. Wallace again smiled, saying his wife was the cook, and he would get her roasting some chickens in no time for Lord Ragan and his man.Wallace disappeared for a moment to the kitchen, presumably to tell his wife to get cooking. He then reappeared and served ale in tankards to Simmons at his table*and Lord Ragan at the bar.Ragan sat at the bar for some time, chatting with Wallace. He asked him about the trouble he had heard was brewing in Leddson. Wallace recounted some tales he had heard of a few unarmed fights in the street between the two brothers and their supporters, but it all seemed pretty tame stuff. It calmed Ragan?s mind; it seemed the stories he had heard before had been rather exaggerated, at least according to local talk here in Kallut.Ragan would still visit Leddson and see what was going on. He would still have the platoon stay there for a few weeks, perhaps until everything calmed down. But it seemed to Ragan any trouble in Leddson was perhaps a pretty minor affair, and he cast in from his mind for tonight.Wallace talked to Lord Ragan about ale and his tavern business*and complained about local taxes, as all business owners inevitably did when he chatted with them. Ragan simply nodded and let him get it off his chest*as he sipped his ale. Ragan looked over to see Simmons now sat at another table playing a dice game with some local farmhands.Wallace*the tavern owner*went to the other end of the bar for a moment*and spoke with a boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen years of age. They were in conversation for a few minutes;*then the boy ran out of the tavern and into the night. Wallace returned to stand behind the bar with Ragan.Wallace nodded, smiling at Lord Ragan.?Don?t worry, my Lord. Wallace will find you some company for your night under my roof,? he said, nodding knowingly, ?Don?t you just see if I don?t. I?m a man of my word;*may they hang me if I?m not.?Ragan smiled to himself. Wallace was speaking of the northern custom of ?Thanking?. It was a tradition that went back longer than anyone could remember*and was a tradition that Ragan was very glad of.?Thanking? meant that if a male high lord, prince or king stayed under another?s roof, the host was obligated to arrange for them some female company for the evening. This custom was easier to fulfil when one lord was staying at the great home of another lord.When it was out in the middle of nowhere, however, it was a little more difficult. It?s why Lord Ragan usually did not make his status known when travelling in very out of the way places. It placed an unwanted burden on the host*and meant he was sometimes presented with less than attractive young women, which he would then decline, further humiliating the host.In the larger towns, and certainly in the cities, there was always a brothel or two from which the host could rely on procuring an attractive young woman to entertain his guest, if all else failed. In small towns and villages, the host would have to ask around for farmers daughters, serving-wenches and the like. There was no obligation on the farmers to send their daughter*or on the daughter or serving-wench to agree to entertain the host?s guest.But it was considered a great honour both for the father who sent his daughter*and the young women herself*to sleep with a high lord. Also, the higher the lord?s standing, the higher the honour bestowed on the young woman*and her father too.Because Lord Ragan was the highest lord in all the Northlands, it would be the greatest honour for any young farmer?s daughter to entertain him in his bed. It?s why Ragan had slept with so many, many young women up and down his vast lands.Ragan had lost count of the number of fathers who had shaken his hand in gratitude*just before allowing Lord Ragan to lead their young daughter off to his bed to defile her all night. He had lost count of the amount of lovely young women who had, in front of the great Lord, thanked their fathers for the opportunity to spend the night with Ragan. And all those young daughters had done their very best to make their fathers proud of them*by pleasing Lord Ragan to the best of their ability.The only rule was that the young woman could not already be married. Ragan often would give the young woman a couple of gold coins in the morning, but it was not expected. This ?Thanking? custom did not interfere with the woman?s reputation; in fact, it only enhanced it.If perhaps the young woman was promised to be married to a local lad, that could still go ahead, without a stain on her name. If she was a virgin before her night with her Lord, she could still claim to be a virgin afterwards. It was like her night with the Lord did not really count. Also, any young lad marrying a girl who had been involved in a ?Thanking? custom had his reputation enhanced too, as he was with a girl who had been chosen as special by a great Lord.However, if the host failed to arrange a young woman for his guest to bed at night, it brought great shame upon the host. Usually, Lord Ragan would not have announced his status in a place like this, as he figured it would bring difficulty on the tavern owner to produce an attractive young woman, it being such a small village.But incredibly, Wallace the tavern owner had recognised him*and then obviously realised he should attempt to fulfil his ?Thanking? obligation. He suspected the errand boy Wallace had been talking to had been instructed to go and speak with some local farmer or two and ask if they would allow Wallace the host to offer their daughter to Lord Ragan for the night.Ragan was intrigued as to who Wallace would come up with. He had spent six nights on the road with Simmons, sleeping in tents and stables, with no female company. The last time he was with a woman was with Lady Katherine a week ago. He could certainly do with getting to spill his seed with some pretty young woman here tonight.Ragan sipped at his ale and observed the locals sitting around the tavern. They were a fairly quiet lot, but it was still early. Perhaps it got livelier around here the more they drank.Suddenly at the other end of the bar, a woman Bayan escort Ankara (http://officialankara.com/) emerged holding two plates of food. This must be Wallace?s wife. She squeezed past her husband and down toward Ragan on the other side of the bar. As she approached, the light was better, and Lord Ragan could make her out.Wallace?s wife was quite a woman. She was fairly slim*but not skinny. She was very pretty, and Ragan guessed she was in her late thirties. She had long dark hair*with a slight red tinge to it.She wore a tight, dark red dress that showed off her curvy figure, but especially her huge bust. She was almost falling out of the top of her dress, Ragan thought. The dress was also short, showing off plenty of leg too, which was a style he had seen in the far south*but rather uncommon here in the colder Northlands. He noticed she also had a huge beaming smile as she approached him.?Good evening, my lord,? she said in her distinct local accent, ?Here?s your meal, sire.?She placed a plate in front of him, with a roasted chicken and some boiled potatoes and vegetables.?Thank you, that looks delicious,? Ragan replied, looking at his food, but quickly glancing at her huge bust too, ?You must be Wallace?s wife???Yes, my lord. I?m Esmeralda,? she stated, smiling again.?Very pleased to meet you, Esmeralda,? Ragan replied.?Oh, it is our honour to have you under our roof tonight. A great, great honour,? Esmeralda said, ?But please don?t let me keep you from your supper. It will get cold.??Ah yes, thank you,? Ragan said, still staring at her huge tits.?Excuse me;*I should give this to your bodyguard,? Esmeralda said, picking up the other plate, and began to turn away to go and serve it to Simmons on the other side of the tavern.?Ah no, no. Why don?t you have your husband serve it to him, so you can keep me company,? Ragan replied.?Yes, of course, my lord,? Esmeralda beamed*and called to her husband.Wallace came over and took the second plate from his wife*and took it over to Simmons. Ragan tucked into his roasted chicken supper*and sipped at his ale. But his main focus was the tavern owner?s wife, Esmeralda.?So, Esmeralda, tell me about yourself. I want to know everything,? Ragan grinned.She grinned back, adjusting her dress, and running her hand through her hair.?Well, first of all, you may call me Esme, my lord,? she smiled.?Esme,? Ragan nodded.Esme went on to talk about where she was originally from, how she and Wallace had met and married, about their tavern business here, and all without taking a breath. Ragan learned she had grown up in a small town called Varnis, in the far Southlands. Perhaps this was why she wore such a short dress, as Ragan knew it was very common there but considered quite risqué here in the more traditional Northlands.Hidden behind the bar all night, perhaps the shortness of her dress wasn?t noticed by many tavern visitors. Although they certainly couldn?t miss up top her huge cleavage on display. But that was an acceptable tradition of tavern owner?s wives, barmaids and serving wenches in both the north and the south, that went back who knows how long.Esme continued her life?s tale. Her father had been a cattle farmer. She and Wallace had run the tavern here for the last ten years.Through all this Ragan listened, eating his supper, and nodded, but saying little. Esme certainly liked a chat. It also allowed Ragan to further ogle her lovely big breasts.Lord Ragan finally finished his meal*and thanked Esme for the cooking of it. Esme pushed the plate away down the bar*and moved closer to the bar, leaning up against it. It had the effect of her huge bust now resting on the bar top, just where Ragan?s plate had just been. To Ragan, it seemed like Esme was putting her tits on a plate for him.?Well, that?s quite a sight, Esme. Is that my dessert?? Ragan smiled, staring at her tits.?Oh, my lord, you are a one,? Esme giggled, briefly touching his arm.?Your husband doesn?t mind you wearing such a revealing dress while you work?? Ragan inquired.?Oh no, quite the opposite, he encourages it,? Esme explained, smiling, ?It?s good for business, you see. I get a lot of admiring looks from the local farmhands.??I?m sure you do,? Ragan replied.?I?m sure some of these young men come drinking here just to get a good eyeful of my bosom,? Esme continued, ?But they can only look, of course. If there is any saucy talk from them, my husband throws them out, and they get barred from returning for a month.??I see,? Ragan said, ?Well, I?d better be careful what I say, hadn?t I??Esme giggled, her huge tits jiggling on the bar top.?Oh no, my lord, he wouldn?t dare,? Esme chuckled, ?No, you can talk saucy with me as much as you want.??Well, if that?s the case then, I have to tell you, Esme, you?ve got an absolutely cracking pair of tits,? Ragan grinned.Esme giggled again, placing her hand on Ragan?s arm again, but this time keeping it there.?Oh, thank you, my lord,? Esme gushed.?And this dress is lovely, really shows them off well,? Ragan continued.?Thank you, sire. I roasted your chicken in my kitchen clothes*and then changed for you into this just before it was ready,? Esme explained.?You changed into this just for me?? Ragan asked.?Yes, sire. It?s my most revealing dress;*I don?t often wear it. But I didn?t want you to get bored whilst you wait for my husband to arrange a young woman for you for tonight,? Esme continued.?Well, thank you, that?s very kind of you, Esme,? Ragan smiled, ?So Wallace is arranging a girl for me??Ragan had suspected as much, of course, but it was nice to know for sure.Suddenly the tavern door opened, and Wallace?s young errand boy returned*and began an animated conversation with his boss at the other end of the bar. After a minute, the errand boy shot back out of the door and into the cold night again.Wallace came toward Ragan*from behind the bar. He squeezed past his wife*and looked to the great Lord, rather dejectedly. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ragan interrupted him.?Wallace, you are a very lucky man,? Ragan told him, smiling, ?I?ve been all over this great land, from East to West, and from the far great North to the lowly Southlands. I?ve met so many incredible women. But Wallace, your wife must have the biggest and best tits in the entire kingdom.?Esme giggled. Wallace looked shocked for a moment;*then a grin slowly spread across his face. If any other man had said such a thing, they would have been thrown out of the tavern*and probably rather roughly. But a great Lord complimenting his choice in a wife seemed to make his day.He could now tell everyone he knew that a great Lord was jealous of him, Wallace, the lowly tavern owner. Wallace beamed again.?Thank you, my lord. You do me an honour to say as such,? Wallace said, glancing at his wife?s tits displayed up the bar.?Which girl did you arrange for the night for our lord?? Esme asked, ?I assume you have asked Clara???Well?? Wallace began, but was interrupted by his wife.?Clara is the daughter of Farmer Brandt, who owns the third-largest farm here,? Esme explained to Lord Ragan, ?She?s very pretty. I guess she?s about nineteen or twenty??