Chapter 1 - The Crusader's Lust

While the Lionheart led the Third Crusade to aid Jerusalem against Saladin in Egypt, the crusader states of Damascus and Antioch had gained enough allies from western and eastern christians to begin a push to reclaim Edessa and go beyond to Mosul and perhaps even Baghdad. Before they could do that however, Aleppo had to be taken and this was no easy task.

Aleppo's emir As-Salih, son of Nur ad-Din had died of an infected wound after battling one of his eastern rivals. Without any sons to succeed him, As-Salih's cousins and kinsmen disputed among themselves as to who who was the deceased Emir's rightful heir. This was an opportunity which the crusading christians could not lose and so Aleppo would was selected as it would never be more vulnerable than it was now.

Despite the earthquake that had weakened the city and killed tens of thousands, Aleppo was a formidable obstacle and well defended by disciplined and loyal soldiers. Ultimately, the crusaders choose the most unexpected strategy by storming the city with catapults firing missiles at the city while several siege towers were pushed to the city walls. Half of the siege towers were destroyed by enemy counter-fire or burned by fire arrows. But some endured and managed to reach Aleppo's walls were the most daring and brave of the crusaders began a battle for mastery of the city walls.

Ezam remembered charging out of his siege tower and leaping onto the walls of the city. It had been a hellish fight filled with death and blood, many of his friends had died at the blades of their enemies or were crushed by stones or thrown down to their deaths. But the crusaders were victorious and managed to gain mastery of the city through great struggle and sacrifice. The city's defenders had fought on through the city streets and even to the citadel with several civilians taking up arms and fighting as well.

By the time that the citadel was taken, Ezam had found himself standing ankle deep in blood. His sword had been stained with the blood of many people, he had stopped counting after a long while. Chroniclers would say that half of the city's residents had been slaughtered by the victorious crusaders and perhaps they were right. 

Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Ezam continued his exercise. The Coptic Knight swung around his sword, slashing and thrusting through imaginary enemies in organized and trained strikes. Lord Balian had warned Ezam that much of his time as a knight would be filled with boredom interrupted by sudden brief moments of conflict. Yet, it had been at least two months since his last battle and being a commander meant that others would be doing most of the fighting while he directed them.

So Ezam practiced with his sword under the heavy heat of the sun shirtless and without having eaten for three days. It was a habit that he tried to employ at least once a week. For to fast was to cleanse and discipline the body in order to focus the mind and brighten the soul. Food was only a means to strengthen and nourish man and one should be temperate with how they consumed and drank. To over indulge in an abundance and great taste for food was Gluttony.

The Coptic Crusader used his exercise to express his emotions as a painter marks their canvas. The chaos of war brought up great anger within his body, but to give into that anger was to give in to Wrath. His sword was sharp and strong, yet it was not over decorated nor did he have any trappings to show off the wealth gained from his war plunder. Wealth was a means to fund their crusade and to flaunt your wealth or to exclusively seek wealth to detriment of your cause was the mark of Greed.

As a commander, Ezam did not have to constantly and daily exercise with his blade. But Ezam had to stay occupied in body or mind in order to avoid Sloth. He was aware that as strong and skilled as he tried to be, there would always be someone who was stronger among Christians and Muslims. He accepted this reality and gave no grudge to any soldier or knight who proved their worth at arms. There was neither Envy nor Pride in Ezam's heart.

Yet, every man had his flaw.

“My lord.” Hearing her sing-song voice, Ezam set his sword into the dirt and leaned upon the hilt. He looked over to the young woman approaching him. “I don't wish to disturb you...”

“I was almost done anyway, Zaisah ” Ezam assured the lovely girl who approached holding a jar in one hand and a cup in the other.“I welcome your presence, my lady.”

The girl blushed and curtsied before coming closer. Zaisha was a lovely young woman with a bright smile and bright green eyes. The daughter of syrian and armenian heritage wore a shroud over her long straight thick black hair and a modest tunic and shoulder mantelet with a work apron over her waist. Based on her dirty sleeves, she had just finished washing her load of clothes and stole away to him.

“Water...my lord...” Ezam took the cup of ice from Zaisha, drinking the cool water and enjoying the refreshment. She wiped his face of his sweat with a rag carefully. “I have cooked...a stew with spices...”

“A mystery meal then?” Ezam joked, making Zaisha chuckle nervously. “Very well, it is well past time to break my fast.”

“Come then.” Ezam followed Zaisha back to his tent, easily towering over the girl due to his height and muscular bulk. She had set up a pot over a fire where her mystery stew brewed under the desert sky and gave off a delicious arouma.

Ezam sniffed to try and guess what he would eat. “What fowl did you catch?”

“I could not this day.” Zaisha admitted and opened the pot to stir with a wooden laddle. “The spices I use are the same as the chicken that some of the sisters bake with. That is what gives the flavor your recognize.”

“I see...” Ezam did not know too many details about how to make your food delicious. He only knew how to cook it and make it edible. A knight in the field of battle could not afford the luxury of spices when any moment could break your enemy thundering down upon you.

However, the stew was not the only enticing thing in his sight....

An hour later and with their empty bowls set aside, Ezam watched Zaisha straddle him and use her vaginal canal to twist and grip upon his hard thick cock. Her face was a paradox, the normally shy girl was panting and moaning with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She was drunk on her pleasure as she rode his cock, utterly shameless in skewering herself onto the crusader below her.

The girl muttered incoherently, Ezam grabbing fistfuls of her large ass and groping them to entice her undulations. She leaned back as she rode and moved her hips, letting her large breasts dance in the crusader's sight. Her dark erotically large nipples were hard and perked, still wet from when Ezam had licked and sucked on her teats. In fact, the girl bent forward and stuck her breasts in Ezam's face, Ezam latching onto each breast and sucking onto her nipples as his tongue rubbed around the areolaes.

Though fornication was a sin in all branches of Christianity, the crusaders were surprisingly tolerate of such affairs despite their holy mission. It was uncommon, but not surprising to see a crusader take a woman into his tent as a lover. In fact, it appeared that the church even tolerated prostitution since it served as a stop gap that kept men from committing greater sins like rape or sodomy and preserved the chastity of maidens and nuns and discouraged adultery.

War was hell and that hell was a source of stress for even the most strong willed of crusaders. Some took to prayer as a means of bringing themselves peace. Some resorted to certain substances or even strong wine to numb the pain of their spirit. Others fornicated with any camp follower that they could afford and lost themselves temporarily in their lust.

Though Zaisha was the only woman that he laid with, Ezam could not say that he was bereft of strain or lust.

Panting and slobbering, they vented their libidos out on each other and forgot shame and restraint. Their bodies rubbed and clashed together in loud smacking noises that filled the tent. They rubbed each other's sweet spots, seeking mutual and even personal satisfaction. 

Picking up the speed of her movements, Zaisha shook her hips erotically to stir her pussy faster with his throbbing big hard cock. She moaned from his firm massage upon her squishy large ass and gasped as her insides were repeatedly spread and rubbed. His fingers sank into her soft and smooth cheeks, relentlessly gripping onto her fat rump and letting his digits sink into her ass.

His cock repeatedly kissed her womb like a battering ram demanding entrance into her womb. The meaty folds of her cunt clamped down on his girth and wriggled around his cock. Both man and woman were in bliss, he thrust into her as he sucked her breasts and she slid her pussy up and down upon his cock.

Her hips gyrated as she intensely and eagerly pumped her body up and down along his massive length. Her fat ass bounced and rocked from her movements, the girl soon unable to do anything but scream and moan as her mind drowned in her own bliss and lust.  Her jiggling breasts dangled into his face, too succulent to not grope and suck upon. Zaisha would have thought that her knight was strange to not do something with them.

Most nights or afternoons when they copulated, Zaisha submitted to Ezam and was content to be below him or in front. Slowly, she had gained some confidence and courage in the past few weeks to assert being on top. Yet, she was not prepared for the sheer great thrill that she would get from being on top. This was not the first time that she was bouncing on Ezam's spear, but she was loving the experience each time that she did it. Even if she only did it once in a while or once during their love sessions, Zaisha was addicted to this position.

“Almost...” Ezam muttered as Zaisha barely heard him, already deafened from the sight blurring climax that she was riding. Yet, her movements only grew faster and more intense, trying to compel him to spill into her faster. She panted heavily and loudly as her pussy was churned right up to her eager and ready cervix. The contractions of her cunt made it hard for Ezam to pull out a little as her sloppy folds stuck to his girth. “Zaisha...”

“Stay...inside me...” Zaisha smiled when Ezam shut his eyes closed and suddenly grabbed her ass to slam her down to his base. She felt his hot seed surge into her like a molten geyser, spilling forth a river of semen into her womb's entrance. She continued to dance on his lap, shaking and rocking her hips to drink up all of his seed. Every sperm was sacred and none of it should go to waste. “Stay inside...”

“It won't stop...” Ezam pulled himself up as he climaxed into her, pulling her close to him in embrace and kissing her deeply as he stared into her eyes. Copious amounts of semen splashed into her insides, their tongues intertwined and their noses taking in each other's scent. Zaisha's arms and legs wrapped around Ezam, locking her to him and ensuring that he couldn't pull out of her.

“Pour it all out...” She whispered, feeling him pump his seed into her twitching pussy. It felt as though their bodies were mixing and melting together in their shared orgasm. Unseen by either lovers, her cervix was wide open and her womb gulped down his cum Her folds firmly squeezed around his cock, coaxing out any cum in his balls. “Stay inside me...stay with me...”

He couldn't speak, Ezam just held her to him and emptied his seed into her snatch. Some part of his mind feared that this beautiful woman was a succubus of some kind sent to tempt and steal his seed. Another part perceived the fear that laid beneath her lustful mood, the dread that she would be tossed aside and abandoned once was done pumping his oats into her body.

“Stay with me...” They laid down together upon the bed, his half-hard cock remained inside of her as he sucked upon her neck. Zaisha moaned and breathed irregularly and felt the knight's strong hands caress her hair...

“You are safe...” Ezam assured,  holding him to her as she buried her face in his chest and sobbed. “You are safe...” This how things always ended, the girl sobbing happily in his chest. He did not know what that girl had endured before they met, he had never asked. Whatever it was, it was the shadow that drove her into his arms...

Months ago, Zaisha had been a begging and weeping slave on her knees. Ezam had come upon the scene while storming a city north of Aleppo to seize in preparation for the main assault. There were few defenders and so the city fell rather quickly, the city's denizens didn't even realize that they were being attacked until they saw the crusaders in the city streets.

During the battle, Ezam had chanced upon a stone structure which he believed to lead to the city's treasury. While the passage did lead his men to the city's treasure for plunder, the coptic crusader had taken a wrong turn that led him to a dungeon. There he found a man whipping a naked woman repeatedly while laughing and jeering at her sobs.

Ezam didn't give the guard a chance to defend himself and drove his sword through the man's back. He kicked the guard down onto his face and looked upon the girl huddling into the cell's corner. The crusader wasn't sure if the girl could speak a common language with him and so he gave the girl his cloak. She hesitantly accepted and shivered as she took Ezam's offered hand and guided her out from the dungeon.

After the battle was over, Ezam handed the girl over to the accompanying nuns for her care. Yet, the girl constantly ran to his tent every night and stay there until morning. Thankfully, the nuns were not offended and seemed to understand the girl's desperation to stay at Ezam's side. Apparently, she felt very unsafe and vulnerable in this war camp of foreigners and strangers, Ezam was the only person she recognized and so sought him for some measure of safety.

Gradually, Zaisha warmed up to the camp over the course of a few weeks and began to aid the support crews in supplying, feeding and washing the crusaders and their livestock. She apparently knew greek, latin, arabic and even aramaic, but was stunned to silence because of her ordeal. She still remained shy and spoke little, but she was still warm and courteous with most of her new friends and co-workers. 

“I am sorry my lord...” Zaisha said as she cuddled against Ezam's back once more.Yet, she still always came to Ezam's tent and nothing he said would make her leave. “You can make me leave if I displease you...”

“Stay if you wish.” Ezam had his head upon his hand, looking away from the girl and trying to ignore the strain upon his tights. He could feel her soft big bosom rubbing on his back and felt the heat of her breath upon his neck. “Why do you always come to my tent?”

“I...I feel safe...” Zaisha sobbed, pressing her face upon his spine. “You...you the only one...I feel safe with...”

She did not name her fear, but Ezam could guess well enough. “We are soldiers of the Lord, Zaisha. None here would dare hurt you...at the very least...none would force you when they already have others to warm their beds...”

“I have truly been a burden to you...” The sobbing girl muttered. “Ever since you saved me...I have done nothing but burden and slow you...now I disturb your sleep-”

“Enough woman.” He turned over to face her and was met with a sudden and sloppy kiss. His eyes widened in shock and surprise as the girl's lips mashed onto his own and her tongue interwined onto his. She grabbed him and rolled onto her back, setting him on top of her and able to look down at her teary face, her soft smile and her untied dress. “What are you doing?”

“I can warm your bed as well...” Zaisha nervously slipped her dress down her body, exposing more of her bare brown skin. She had a sensual and slender curvaceous body with erotic proportions containing the right amounts of fat thickness. Ezam knew that she had large breasts, but he was breathless from the obscene volume of her enormous soft bosom tipped by huge perky nipples and wide bumpy areolae. He found his hands drifting onto her wide child bearing hips, soothing them down over her plump thighs and onto her squishy malleable huge ass.

“I am marred...I was a whore as my master made me...” Zaisha confessed as she set her hands above her unshaved crotch, presenting the plump thick lips of her vagina. “Use me to vent your stress my lord...I know you will be gentle...”

“You are not a whore...you are not marred or impure...” His restraint evaporated, Ezam undid his tights to let his hardening cock drop out. A part of him was wondering what he was doing, wondering what was compelling him to open her legs and rub his large cock over her slit. Was it the devil or his own lust that aroused him as the girl's nectar coated his shaft. “But forgive me...I am the impure one...”

“That is not true...” Zaisha assured the hesitant knight, reaching down to grab his shaft and began to jerk his prepuce over his glans. All while aiming his cock head at her throbbing pussy. “I was your's from the day you saved me...take me...please take me...and keep me...”

The animal within the knight roared, Ezam gripped onto her legs and swung his hips forward. The girl's head jerked back from Ezam's sudden swiftness. Within seconds, Ezam closed his eyes and felt as though his lower body was sinking into a sea of warm melting flesh. He never realized that a woman's insides were so wet or so hot. 

“I'm...I'm inside...” Ezam never expected to lose his virginity like this and he was too enthralled to care.  His hips began to swing back and forth on their own, smacking his crotch onto hers and making her whole body ripple from the force of his thrusts. He saw the girl gripping the sheets tightly with her eyes closed, the knight gripped her hands and entangled their fingers together, attempting to rein in the beast so that he could enjoy the girl's body without hurting her. She had suffered enough, he would let her suffer from his own lust.

Having such a massive thick shaft so suddenly penetrate her put Zaisha into shock. She expected him to start pumping away like a wild beast, it was what all of the others had done. Instead, his thrusts were restrained though deep and strong. He held her hands firmly, their fingers entwined as her body jounced from his strong hips.

“So...so...big...” Big was the only word she could find amidst her pleasurable shock. But big did not describe the thickness, girth and length of the knight's cock digging into her cunt. None of her defilers had managed to pierce her so deeply nor so passionately. Despite his slow pace, she still felt like her mind was going blank from intense pleasure

His huge fat cock gradually stretched out the depths of her cunt. His foreskin was peeled back by her vaginal walls, allowing his wide and big cockhead to open up her pussy, letting his thick length bury deep into her vagina. His girth rubbed away at many different sweet spots at once and in rapid succession, her cunt throbbing as his cock dug deeper.

She didn't say a word, but her body spoke truthfully. Her pussy quivered and her body trembled from her climaxes. Zaisha felt increasingly faint, moaning and panting while she grew hot from the knight gouging and digging out her insides.

“Are you alright?” She was surprised again when he stopped and looked up to see Ezam looking at her concerned. A concern that was leashing the primal beast he had loosened upon her. “Zaisha...have I-”

“I am well...don't...stop...” Zaisha couldn't believe what she had said. Yet, she was committed to giving herself to this noble knight now pushing his manhood into her flower. “I am your's...use me...”

There were no further words now, Ezam's cock dug deeper into her cunt and filled her out before his full length could bury itself into her. The pink head of his massive mast was prying open her pussy and causing Zaisha's vision to go blank. His cockhead was soon knocking upon her cervix, trying to force itself through into her very womb.

Ezam's large balls repeatedly beat against her fat ass like a drum. Some of the same ferocity that he used in combat was now leaking into his movements upon Zaisha. His mouth sucked onto her neck and then latched onto one of her nipples as she closed her eyes and moaned. She was utterly pinned beneath him, pressed down under his mating press as his movements began less restrained and much faster.

“Zaisha...I'm-” The inexperienced knight had lasted longer than others in his state, but he was overwhelmed by the many sensations coursing through him. Her loose hot thick pussy squeezed around his cock every time he thrust into her, his speed not decreasing even as his girth spurt out cum into her womb. The first ejaculation of his life left Ezam's sight spotty and bright, the sheer relief and satisfaction filling him was greater than anything he had ever felt in his life.

“Have I pleased you...my lord?” For her part, Zaisha had locked her legs around Ezam to keep him inside of her. She laid back and let her belly fill with his hot thick virile cum. Thick heavy ropes of semen were splashing into her womb, her cervix happily drinking up his semen and sending his sperm to her ovulating uterus. 

“Zaisha...” Instead of talking, Ezam instead smashed his lips onto hers and deeply kissed her. She returned the kiss as the two lovers glued themselves together in body and soul. They devoured each others lips as he pumped his cum deep into the depths of her pussy. Yet, this was just the first part of the pure passionate copulation that would last throughout the night.