Thread: Taking Back the Knight (Camp and Devilla-Roche)

Besides her Amazonian-like height, Charlotte de la Grange was quite the voluptuous and curvaceous woman. 'Massive' and 'Enormous' were adjectives that did not quite do her justice. Even 'Beautiful' could, in some respects be an injustice to her. Charlotte, a fifth generation de la Grange, was born to serve the needs of Sir Roland's family and their manor. Such as it was with her mother and her grandmother before her, Charlotte was trained as a nurse, then as a junior maid, and was the manor's head maid. With the death of Sir Roland's parents, she was given no choice but to oversee the manor in the hopes that the heroic knight would someday return. Charlotte, to her credit, was able to keep the manor up to snuff - at a bare minimum of what was required. She did so with only a few servants and a dwindling supply of food and non-perishables. Charlotte stood there, her long, thick flowing blonde hair, in her maid uniform, which, surprisingly fit quite well for her ungodly proportions. She stood there in disbelief. She didn't think that Sir Roland would return from war, but here he was, in her arms and in her bosom. She could not have been happier. Hearing his question, and paying little attention about the riches that he returned with, she shook her head and simply said, Yez, Zir Roland 'zey ar' gone. 'Zey ar' in God'z kingdom now my Lord. After hearing Sir Roland instructed his men about a feast, she listened to what he needed more than anything else - her. She bore all those maternal instincts that he relied upon. He needed a physical connection to her. He needed, he needed the love that she could give him. For her part, Charlotte knew he had had enough. He needed a release, to get things off of his chest. So, when he asked of her to be alone and explain of his parents death she obliged. Mas'er, we muz' go up to yoo' room. Pleaze follow me. As she went up the marble steps of the Grand Staircase, every physical asset of hers was on display, from her enormous bosom shimmying from side to side, to her hips jiggling up and down, to her beautiful derriere as it moved independently from the rest of her body, as if it had a mind of its own. The odd thing about Charlotte was that even though she was so tall and so big, even though she had mammoth proportions, she was terrifically spry and moved with grace and speed. Slow and lazy she was not. Once in his room, she closed the door and locked it for privacy reasons. Then she called on him. Come 'ere to Charlotte an' let me take care of yoo. It did not take long for her to strip him of his clothes. Charlotte was taken aback when she saw all the scars on him. Wounds from fighting in the war. She ran her fingers over his backside, but said nothing. As she continued to take off his clothes, she did so gingerly and handled his body the same way. Despite the scars, and the imagery in her head as to how he got those scars, Charlotte continued with such confidence and knew that she could take charge of him like this, behind closed doors. Before he could utter a word to get the story on his parents, Charlotte de la Grange knew better. Shhh! Yoo little man. Yoo know bet'er 'zan to zay any'zing until I 'ave taken care of yoo. With that, she removed every article of clothing from her body and then swooped him up off of the stone floor. Now in her arms, she brought him to the bathroom and placed him in a sitting position on her soft yet enormous knee. She then place her hand in around his huge cock and his balls. She even moved it up and down his shaft, but only a few times. Enough to get Sir Roland's attention. Iz juz' like I uzed to do w'en yoo wee younger, rememb'r? Now get you buzinezz done, an 'zen I put yoo in a bath. Once, yoo in 'ze bath we can talk about many 'zings.