Nicht lieferbar
Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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There is none available, said the innkeeper.
A garret-anything will do! said the stranger and, at the same time, rushed upstairs and disappeared from view only a few seconds before a police officer and three archers entered the inn shouting: Where is the abbot?
Which abbot? asked Master Anselme.
The one who came into your inn just now.
I did not see any abbot, the innkeeper said, but then my back was turned Come on, fellows! the police officer shouted to his men, and he ran up the stairs.
Meanwhile the fugitive, after having knocked vainly at the first door, had more luck with the second one, which opened and there appeared, framed in the doorway, a ravishing young woman in an expensive night-gown.
What do you want? she asked, trembling with fear.
Shelter! the stranger said. Some men are pursuing me! I'll explain later but please have a heart.
Before she had time to recover from the surprise, he strode into the room, hurriedly took off and hid his boots and slid into the woman's bed. Just in time, for a gruff voice was heard to command: Open the door, in the name of the King!
The woman obeyed, saying: There must be some mistake The police officer gave a glance round the room, eventually resting his sight on the man's hair protruding above the bed-sheets.
Anticipating his question, the woman explained: My husband is suffering from a high fever, Sir. Please give him respite till to-morrow.
Your husband!..
The police officer grimaced with spite and strode off, banging the door behind him.
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There is none available, said the innkeeper.
A garret-anything will do! said the stranger and, at the same time, rushed upstairs and disappeared from view only a few seconds before a police officer and three archers entered the inn shouting: Where is the abbot?
Which abbot? asked Master Anselme.
The one who came into your inn just now.
I did not see any abbot, the innkeeper said, but then my back was turned Come on, fellows! the police officer shouted to his men, and he ran up the stairs.
Meanwhile the fugitive, after having knocked vainly at the first door, had more luck with the second one, which opened and there appeared, framed in the doorway, a ravishing young woman in an expensive night-gown.
What do you want? she asked, trembling with fear.
Shelter! the stranger said. Some men are pursuing me! I'll explain later but please have a heart.
Before she had time to recover from the surprise, he strode into the room, hurriedly took off and hid his boots and slid into the woman's bed. Just in time, for a gruff voice was heard to command: Open the door, in the name of the King!
The woman obeyed, saying: There must be some mistake The police officer gave a glance round the room, eventually resting his sight on the man's hair protruding above the bed-sheets.
Anticipating his question, the woman explained: My husband is suffering from a high fever, Sir. Please give him respite till to-morrow.
Your husband!..
The police officer grimaced with spite and strode off, banging the door behind him.