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story_codes: M/g(4), first, cons

story_intro: Having rescued Tess from the bandits, Stephan is tasked with bringing the little girl to the earl's castle. But she is very curious about the way he touched her and wants to do more. With a night alone in the forest and a long ride to the castle, Stephan has plenty of time to spend with his tiny maiden.

story_language: English





The Innkeeper's Daughters 02: Stephan and Tess

Written by madvlad


	Stephan rode through the woods with the little girl perched in the saddle in front of him. It had been a weary couple of days for the veteran soldier, but it was only the events of the previous half hour that had his head swimming.

	Stephan and other men-at-arms for the Earl of Fendale had been in pursuit of a band of outlaws led by a man named Edwin of Berkshire. The earl's men had joined a merchant caravan in disguise and had surprised the criminals when they had attacked, killing most of them. But Edwin and several of his key henchmen had escaped. 

	The villains had spent the night at an inn within the earl's domain. By the time they had left on stolen horses in the morning, the men had raped the innkeeper's two oldest daughters, thirteen and eleven, and had taken the two youngest ones, aged seven and four with them. They had set fire to the inn, killing the innkeeper and his wife although villagers who had been roused by the flames were able to rescue to the girls who had been violated.

	While the earl's men raced south to catch them, Stephan had tracked the fleeing band through the woods. An expert woodsman and tracker, Stephan had been amazed that the younger of the two girls had repeatedly seen him throughout the day. Fortunately, each time he put a finger to his lips for silence, she had merely repeated the gesture and had remained quiet. 

	In the afternoon, Edwin and his men stopped to rest, eat, and continue their crimes. The seven year-old had been raped twice and a third man was getting ready to continue. Edwin had stripped the four year-old of her dress and was about to rape her when enough of Stephan's crew had caught up with him. They attacked and slew all of the men, with Stephan ending Edwin's life with a twisting sword in his guts.

	Shortly after the fight, a knight, Sir Robert, arrived with more men and all of their horses. He informed Stephan of what had happened to the parents and older daughters. The eldest had been taken to a convent for care and would stay there indefinitely. The seven year-old, who was badly hurt from her ordeal, was quickly rushed to the convent as well. The earl's wife, Lady Gwendolyn, had decided to take in two of the girls to be raised in the castle. As she had borne the earl nothing but sons, perhaps she wanted these girls as surrogate daughters.

	Sir Robert and the others took the severed heads of the outlaws with them and raced back to the castle with the news. Before leaving, the knight had ordered Stephan to bring the youngest child back to the castle as well, suggesting he make camp in the woods tonight and ride at a slower pace so as not to further traumatize the little girl.

	After they were alone, Stephan stitched the girl's torn dress as best as he could. It was awkward for him to do as he had his own attraction to little girls and this silent four year-old stood completely nude before him. When the girl would not let him come near enough to put her dress on her, he suggested offering her a reward for being so quiet while he had been tracking them.

	The little girl had agreed and Stephan began by lightly fondling her plump little pussy. The child was surprised by this, especially when she began to lubricate. But clearly she enjoyed it and wriggled her hairless mound against Stephan's fingers until she experienced her first orgasm. When Stephan had said it was time for them to go, she grabbed his wet finger and said the first word he heard her utter.

	"More?" she asked.

	"I'd like to, my sweet little poppet. I actually know a way to let you take my cock and feel like you just did, but I'm afraid it's too risky if you were to tell someone and that would be the end of it for me."

	He started to rise again, but she pulled on his finger. When he stopped to look at her, she gave him an impish grin and pressed her finger to her smiling lips.

	"Look," he sighed. "Let's find a better place to stay for the night. I'll build us a nice fire and we can eat a little. Then we can, er, play some more."

	The little girl pouted for a moment before nodding her head and letting him dress her. And now they were riding with Stephan replaying every touch of the child's tiny quim in his head. While in the Holy Land, he had learned of techniques from an Asian land that would allow a man to copulate with a very young girl without hurting her. It involved pressing on certain nerve clusters that would relax muscles and even enhance arousal. He had shot many a load inside the pretty little snatch of a giggling little Arab girl about the same age as...as...

	"By the way," Stephan said aloud. "What is your name?"

	"Tess," the girl answered. And that was it.

	"That's a pretty name."

	Tess craned her neck back to look up at him and scrunched her face as she gave him a big smile. But she didn't speak again. 

	While they rode, Tess decided she liked riding horses, something she hadn't done until today. But she hadn't like riding with the bad men who had hurt her sisters in that very strange way. But the other men had come out of the woods and hurt the bad men, including the one who had made her naked and wanted to make her bleed between her legs like the others were doing to her sister, Matilda. 

	One of the good men had taken Matilda on his horse and galloped off. Tess hoped she would be alright. And then this man did something very strange and wonderful to her pee-pee. Every time she had seen him earlier in the day, he had made a sign for her to stay quiet. She liked being quiet and rarely spoke. She didn't understand why that bothered some people, but her Mama and Papa and sisters never seemed to mind. 

	True to his word, Stephan found a suitable place for a camp in the woods before dark. From his saddlebags, he produced some meat and bread for dinner while they sat before a blazing fire. Stephan tended to his horse before heading to the huddle of blankets he had made for him and Tess. When he turned, Tess' dress was on the blankets and she once again stood naked.

	"More?" she asked with an anxious grin. 

	"Plenty more, this time," he said as he quickly undressed. 

	As a precaution, he kept a sword and knife nearby in case they had visitors. When he turned back to Tess, she was probing her bald cunny with her fingers, trying to find why she had felt the way she had before when he fingered her. 

	"Let me help you there," Stephan offered.

	He placed one hand on her bubble-shaped little buttocks and once more probed and rubbed at the child's immature sex until she was leaking her juices onto his fingers. He smeared the fluids all over her pussy, allowing him to rub faster and harder until her small frame quivered in a climax. Stephan paused, admiring the smooth white skin of tot's cuntlet and how tiny and fragile it looked against his battled-roughened fingers.

	He picked Tess up and laid her in the nest of blankets. Unafraid, she smiled and wiggled as Stephan pressed his finger tips on various points of her body. She felt more and more relaxed below her waist and was intrigued by what Stephan was doing. Clearly, this was a man who knew all the right ways to touch a little girl. The thing between his legs looked just like the ones the bad men had hurt her sisters with, but she didn't fear it because he was being so kind to her.

	Like he had done with the little Arab girl, Stephan rolled onto his back and propped Tess into a sitting position on his stomach. He didn't want to be on top for fear of hurting the little girl. Taking her by the sides, he lifted the child onto his cock. Her rounded labia parted, offering him their wet interior as he slowly pulled the girl down. He could feel her delicate interior stretching as his head disappeared inside her and stopped against the virgin membrane.

	Keeping one hand on Tess' side, Stephan slid his other to the junction of her hip and thigh. She was so small that from there, he could use his thumb to rub her clitty. Tess squirmed in response as her steamy sex was further invigorated. Her wiggling increased and Stephan could feel her miniature twat opening a little more, creating more pressure on her hymen as her weight rested on it. Tess whined as she felt something straining inside her pussy. It pulled on her inner walls while stretching inward.

	Stephan moved his hand back to her side and adjusted his grip with his thumbs digging into her soft belly. After lifting the tyke a fraction of an inch, he pulled her down, popping his hardened member through the four year-old's innocence. Tess' eyes bulged and she opened her mouth to yell when the presence of his cock suddenly massaging the interior of her tight pussy caught her voice short. 

	With her mouth agape, she looked down and saw the pudgy entrance to her kiddy cuntlet pulled wide and tight around Stephan's prick. So amazed by what she saw and heat of the thing pressing inside of her, Tess forgot about the fading pain of her broken cherry. 

	Stephan pulled her down further, feeling her wet little hole churn and stretch around his manhood until his head touched her cervix. The tiny virgin had taken half his cock on her first penetration. Now he pulled her up and down, fucking the four year-old's hot, clinging quim with sopping, slurping strokes.

	Tess arched her spine, letting her head drop backward as her inexperienced pussy was so lovingly taken. It was normally the movement of an experienced woman, so it was so erotic for Stephan to see such a little girl so lost in their copulation. She remained like that, limply hanging in his grip as he fucked her. With every thrust, Tess' smooth pubis and lower belly bulged as his cock filled her.

	His thumbs stroked her front and he slowly shifted his hands until his thumbs were massaging her pink nipples. Tess wiggled her toes in response as her baby breasts warmed to his touch.

	Aside from her gurgling cunny and the occasional high-pitched grunt, the little girl remained quiet during her first fucking. Stephan could feel Tess' pussy growing hotter and suddenly the tot straightened up and whimpered. She pressed her hands to her body just above her tautly spread vulva. On the inside, her pussy clamped hard against Stephan's cock and quivered as she came. That was enough for Stephan, whose aching balls released and launched his sperm into the four year-old's tiny womb.

	A small, warbling sigh left Tess' mouth as she felt something hot gush somewhere inside her and then backflow into her snatch. As her climax died away, she looked at Stephan with a mixture of ecstasy and confusion as her pussy was still being washed with jets of semen. When the strange flow stopped, she slumped in exhaustion.

	Stephan slowly let her down forward. His prick plopped from her oozing quim and she snuggled against his chest as he draped a blanket over her. She was asleep in minutes and Stephan gently rolled her off his chest and wiped her cunt clean so she wouldn't be frightened by the traces of blood that would have been smeared on her crotch in the morning.

	
The following morning, Stephan awoke with Tess still snuggled for warmth against his side. He idly caressed her back and buttocks while he watched the sky lighten. Each of the little girl's ass cheeks nicely fit his hand and he enjoyed fondling them. 

	Eventually, Tess stirred and sat up stretching her arms and yawning. The blanket covering them slipped off, revealing her naked form in the golden morning sun. She smiled at Stephan but then frowned as she looked between his legs.

	Tess became concerned about her new friend. The thing between his legs was all wrong. Rather than being hard and straight, it looked smaller and limp. Perhaps it was sick. Gingerly, she petted it. When it twitched slightly, she picked it up with one hand and stroked it with the other as if she was petting a cat. The thing responded and soon it was erect and pointing upward. Tess clapped her hands with glee, so proud that she was such a good nurse.

	Giving Stephan's penis a pat on its head, she turned to him and asked, "More?"

	"How could I say no?" Stephan laughed.

	Once again, the worked the girl's pressure points to get her ready. After fondling her bald quim for a few minutes, he knew she was quite ready as his soaking fingers could attest. Next it was his cock sliding into the little girl's, warm, snug hole as he gave her another bouncing ride. The animals in the surrounding woods froze at the sound the four year-old's delighted squeals as the manhood plowing her cuntlet drove her to a very hard orgasm.

	"That's the most noise I've heard from you yet," Stephan remarked after he had deposited his sperm in Tess' tiny sex organs. 

	She just shyly grinned and tucked her chin sideways to her collar bone. Stephan helped her into her dress and donned his clothes before packing the blankets.

	After breakfast, Stephan carefully stamped out the remains of the fire and scattered the coals. As he buckled the saddle in place on his horse, Tess tapped him on the leg. He looked down to see that she had removed her dress again.

	"More?" she asked hopefully.

	"We really have to ride to Fendale Castle which is a full day's ride and I..." he trailed off as Tess looked at him sadly. "I have an idea," he concluded.

	Soon, they were riding through the forest with Stephan's cloak wrapped around them both and hanging down from the horse. What could not be seen was Tess' nakedness and how Stephan's clothing was pulled away to allow his cock access to the child. Tess had been quite surprised and delighted when he got in the saddle and penetrated her dainty twat from behind. She watched her petite mons bulge and shift as his prick entered her and felt the satisfying warm presence of the man's cock inside her little channel. They rode this way with their bodies interlocked, letting the natural movement of the horse stimulate them.

	Tess' pussy remained nicely wet even when Stephan's cock went limp between cums. Although she was always sweetly tight, Stephan could tell when his ministrations were wearing off and would work her pressure points to make her comfortable while impaled on his prick. For her part, the four year-old came many times beneath Stephan's cloak. She had been particularly pleased to discover how wiggling her fingers against her magic place also made her feel all squirmy inside.

	They even rode through villages like this with the townsfolk completely unaware that beneath this innocent scene, the soldier's cock was fucking the little girl's pussy at regular intervals. People seeing Tess bouncing happily in the saddle could never have imagined that she was churning her creaming cuntlet on Stephan's member. In one village, Stephan was exchanging a polite nod with the parish priest while he pumped more semen into Tess' baby quim.

	They were getting close to the castle that evening when Stephan stopped by a bend in a stream that was hidden by some trees. 

	"More?" the little girl asked.

	"I'm afraid not - we're almost there."

	He got down and took Tess with him to the water where he used it to clean the day's accumulated fluids from her crotch. Now all nice and clean, the four year-old's pussy looked perfectly innocent although there were still some sperm vainly swimming around in her immature womb. Before they got back on the horse, Stephan cleaned himself and took more water to clean the goo from the saddle - no point in giving the stable boys something to gossip about. 

	"Remember our secret, Tess," he said to the little waif.

	Tess held a finger up to her grinning lips.

	"Good girl."

	As they approached the castle gate, a huge man with a shaven head and flowing moustaches approached on horseback. He was scowling at Stephan beneath his dark eyebrows and a large broadsword clearly hung at the ready from the man's saddle.

	"You've got some nerve showing your face here," the man growled. "Especially after what you did to me."

	"Hello, Ollie," Stephan said amiably. "And what could I have possibly done to injure your tender sensibilities?"

	"You went after Edwin and his lot without me," the big man groused. "You know how fond I am of violence."

	"We didn't know how long you would still be out on patrol when word arrived of Edwin's intent to attack the merchants. Of course, you may have been back sooner if you weren't busy dallying with some farmer's wife."

	Ollie grinned at Stephan's verbal barb and bowed low in his saddle, sweeping a broad arm in a gesture of feigned humility. 

	"My apologies for your devotion to duty, my lord," Ollie rumbled before he sat straight in his saddle and winked at Stephan. "And she was a miller's sister, not a farmer's wife."

	Stephan laughed as Ollie joined them on the ride through the gate. He introduced Tess to Ollie and the little girl was in awe of this powerful, good-humored giant. After handing their horses to the stable grooms, the men took Tess to the kitchen. As it was already after dinner, one of the serving girls, Rosamunde, served the men some mutton stew. Tess was content to munch on the slab of bread doused with a generous helping of honey.

	"Portia will be in soon," Rosamunde said, referring to the head cook. "Will this do you for now?"

	"Some rump roast would be good," Ollie rumbled as he grabbed one of Rosamunde's buttocks through her skirt. 

	Rosamunde laughed and conked Ollie on the head with a large ladle. Ollie was completely unfazed but Stephan couldn't be sure about the serving utensil.

	"Are you molesting my girls again, Ollie?" a loud, shrill voice cried. "Shame on you - although it would be lost by the time it reached your cock."

	The two soldiers and the kitchen staff laughed as a large woman with red frizzy hair glided into the room. The earl and Lady Gwendolyn might rule the castle and the lands around it, but the kitchen was firmly under the good-natured thumb of Portia. The jolly woman's voice could cut through the noises of bubbling stews, clanging pots, and crackling flames easily enough. And often there would be a joke or jibe punctuated by a high pitched whoop and a bray of laughter that set both of Portia's chins wobbling.

	Portia effortlessly spooned more stew into the men's bowls and was about to say something more to Ollie when she spied Tess gazing at her while her honey-smeared mouth remained open. Portia clasped her hands together and addressed the little girl.

	"And this must be that little girl what fought Edwin and his men to their end, right?"

	Taking an immediate liking to Portia, Tess grinned mischievously and nodded her head.

	"Woo! That's a girl!" Portia laughed. Then she turned to one of her kitchen maids and said, "Fetch Ellen to the kitchen."

	As Portia fussed over Tess and bantered with Ollie, Stephan wearily finished his stew. Like Ollie and a few others of the earl's unmarried senior men-at-arms, he had his own room within the castle. There wasn't much to it, but it was a luxury to have his own space instead of bunking with a bunch of other men. And the thick stone walls even kept out the sounds of Ollie's heavy snoring and the noises from him and whatever castle servant he happened to be bedding that night.

	From the corner of his eye, Stephan saw the maid return with a slender young girl with long brown hair. The yellowish tint to the girl's brown eyes identified her as Tess' sister, Ellen. The girl was walking carefully, no doubt still feeling sore from the abuse she had endured two nights ago at the hands of Edwin's band.

	"Tess!" she cried out and ran to her sister, her pain temporarily forgotten.

	Tess dropped her bread and held her arms out wide as Ellen hugged her fiercely. The eleven year-old sat on the bench and pulled Tess on her lap, rocking her while kissing her hair. Then she looked up at Stephan and Ollie.

	"Bless you, sirs, for saving Tess."

	"It was his work," Ollie said as he tilted his head toward Stephan. 

	Ellen mouthed a silent thank you to Stephan and returned to rocking her sister. Everyone remained quiet for a moment before Portia, to no one's surprise, broke the silence. 

	"Well, I'm glad to see some happiness for you girls. This calls for a little celebration. Would you like some little sweet cakes?"

	Tess nodded vigorously while Ellen smiled quietly and gave one small bob of her head. While the four year-old still didn't understand everything that happened, everyone knew that Ellen was aware of their parents' deaths along with coming to grips with the ordeal of her own rape. 

	Portia turned to Rosamunde and said, "Fetch me some sugar from the pantry."

	As Rosamunde went into the large, walk-in storeroom, Ollie followed after her with a very familiar gleam in his eye. "I'm going to get some sugar, too," he said as he disappeared into the pantry.

	Moments later, Rosamunde shrieked and laughed. Another kitchen girl sighed and walked to the pantry doorway where Ollie's huge paw stuck out, holding a small sack of sugar. The girl took it from him and brought it to one of the preparation tables. Rosamunde shrieked again, followed by a long groan.

	Ellen watched all of this with concern. "Is he...?" 

	For a rare moment, Portia's merry features grew somber. She stroked Ellen's hair tenderly and tried to explain. 

	"I know you've been hurt badly, love, but when a man and a woman want to do these things, it's all completely different. One day you'll see."

	"I don't know," Ellen said as Tess looked up, wondering why her big sister was so sad.

	Portia spoke to Ellen frankly as she prepared some dough for the cakes. 

	"My first husband was a terribly cruel man," she sighed. "It was an arranged marriage and I didn't any say in it. The only kindness he ever showed me was to get his self killed in a tavern brawl."

	Then Portia's face brightened as she continued.

	"Now Fred - he's what who my second husband is - he's a whole different sack of carrots, that one is. Works here in the castle as a blacksmith. After twenty-five years together, we've got five wonderful children - all growed up now - and three grand babes already. And it's a rare night that we still don't have us a lovely tumble in bed - and twice on Sundays. And then there's when we... WOO! Sorry - forgot younger ears are about."

	Portia blushed and chuckled as she thought about her dear Fred while pressing the dough into small pans. Stephan got up and kissed Tess on the top of her head and gave Ellen a pat on the shoulder before he trudged off to bed. 

	Before the cakes were, done Rosamunde and Ollie emerged from the pantry; the girl looking very satisfied and the soldier looking very smug. Despite her recent trauma, Ellen looked at the pair in wonder and found herself blushing. 

	Stephan awoke in his bed the following morning. He savored his rest, keeping his eyes closed as his mind groggily cleared. Something felt very good, like part of a waking dream. In the dream something was warm and wet on his stiff cock. He remained still, not wishing to interrupt the dream. Then he realized he was fully awake.

	His eyes snapped open and quickly adjusted to the early morning dimness in his small chamber. Tess sat naked on top of him; or more precisely, on his cock, which was pressed flat against his belly. He looked down and saw her tiny pussy, its baldness gleaming with her juices, resting on the length of his shaft. Her pudgy labia were spread, partially gripping his manhood. Seeing that he was awake, the little girl happily began rubbing her cunny along Stephan's prick. Stephan spied flashes of inner pink as Tess became more aggressive in her rubbing and bouncing while her tiny snatch drooled all over him.

	Stephan turned his head to the room's entrance and was relieved to see that the child had closed the door. He turned back to Tess, gripping her round little ass with one hand while giving one nipple a tweak with the other.

	"You wicked little wench," he chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?"

	"More!"

	

	
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