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By Elle London and Lovillia Hearst

Conquered By The Knight
Tristan is a knight of high standing, but he hates to see a wench in trouble. So when he spots the beautiful young barmaid, Tara, being treated horribly by her boss he reluctantly decides to take her under his wing. He sees her as an easy woman to control and plans on making good use of her body on the long journey, but he'll be surprised to find Tara isn't all that she seems. Tristan will do his best to control, charm and manipulate Tara until he gets what he wants and dominates her completely. Can Tara resist the charms of the knight who saved her, or will her knight in shining armor take her virginity with the same force that he takes the life of his enemies on the battlefield?

Deflowered By The Knight
When Gabriel, the king's daughter, is kidnapped, at first she sees nothing but contempt for the knights who have stolen her. However when she sees what conditions the peasants are living in, she soon changes her mind about the bold knight who's using her for ransom - and soon she finds herself attracted to him and his cause. This is a historical erotic story about a dominant alpha male knight who dominates a shy virgin.

Captured And Ravaged In Public By The Knight
A raid on her village on the eve of her wedding provides the last opportunity for a young woman to get out of a marriage that has been forced on her. Desperate to get away from the man she hates, she begs the leader of the raiding knights to take her away with him. When it happens, she finds she has signed up for a lot more than she originally bargained for... That very evening, as the alcohol flows and the knights celebrate, she is summoned by the leader, only to have her virginity taken in front of everyone! This explicit historical story contains themes of deflowering, first time, rough sex, public sex, and group sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Imprint
• Release date: Oct 17, 2019

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Conquered By The Knight

Elle London

The full moon shone in the dark night sky, and the forest was almost as brightly lit as if it were day time. Tristan, one of the most favored knights of the kingdom, was returning from one of his most tedious missions for the king yet. He had been expected to go to several villages and demand they fulfill their tax requirements. It was not that he resented his duty, but he did miss his younger days where there was better channelling of his youthful virility through his prowess with the sword. This prowess led to deep admiration amongst the other citizens making him a famed name, but it was his other sword that tarnished his reputation. As a serial womanizer, he had bedded at least a hundred women, most of them willing while some of them had to be coaxed into it. He always left them ruined, not as much because of what he did to their bodies, but because they would pine for him long after he was gone. This was why parents warned their daughters against falling for the charms of Tristan and men like him, conjuring the most outrageous stories of what would happen to their precious treasure were they to reveal it.

But Tristan was no longer the youthful lad he used to be, whose cock would rise without fail for every maiden he came across, fair or not. Age had taken its toll on him as well, he was not lucky enough to escape it. Of course, his virility was still intact, his member was still large and strong and he could go on if he chose to. But it took a lot more coaxing now than it used to. And on most nights, he preferred to sleep after a mug of fine beer any way.

Tristan rode his sturdy white horse, his constant companion of several years into the nearest village. He sighed when he gazed upon the village. It was another one of those sleepy, peaceful little places where Tristan could bet the most exciting event of the year would be a vagrant cow. It was such a nice night, but no lights were could be seen in any of the houses. No one was outside, secretly dallying with a lover. Not even a local madman who would sing songs or cause general ruckus. One dismal looking inn at the very end was the only indicator of any life present in this place. Tristan was disappointed and headed slowly to the inn, hoping to get a good night's rest so he could exit this desolate looking village as soon as possible.

He tied his horse in the stable, the finest looking one that was there and walked inside the inn. It seemed the bartender was not inside at the moment. The place was poorly lit, yet the dimness seemed to in some way attempt to hide the dirty stains on the tables and the accumulation of cobwebs and dust on the ceilings and floors. Tristan had seen worse though, and was not particularly offended by this sight. Besides, there was a pretty little thing silently wiping away at the table in the corner. He decided to look upon her to soothe his eyes for a while. She had long brown hair, let loose unlike the style of nobler women, who would tie their hair up in stiff buns or curls. Tristan had come to prefer the look of the baser women in his years of experience, they were generally more uninhibited and willing to please, an enthusiasm fueled by the thrill that a lord would pay attention to them. The young woman, who could not have been more than nineteen years of age, he assumed, was dressed in a shabby barmaid's uniform. However, it did little to detract from her beauty, her fresh face, despite it being the wee hours of the night proved that her youthful glow was intact. She had large, blue eyes and a sweet, little mouth. She was quite small in stature, but Tristan could tell that she was well filled out in the places where he liked it best, as was evidenced by the way her old, ill fitting uniform strained tightly against her breasts. At another time, he would definitely have approached her and have her naked in his bed within an hour, but right now he was content to simply watch and appreciate her beauty from afar. He was a little old, and she was far too young so he decided to leave her be. She met his eyes for