The Time Riders: Part 4

A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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“Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady
Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to
old France.

"Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She
reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit
alike."

She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee.
"High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks
French since you do not?"

Mark nodded.

"Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is
where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded.
"So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel
bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I
promise you."

"Thanks," he said. "I really, really
appreciate this. You have no idea."

"She must be very special to you." Alexandra said
slyly.

"Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said
hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I
guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time
travel with."

"Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and
taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would
try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly
logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or
try to do too many things?"

"You don't look at all like you're from this
time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's
France?"

She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient
lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my
queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health."

"No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from
Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?"

She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say
that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables."

Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis.
"D'Artagnan too?"

She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even
the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is
said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my
brother."

"No recognition for you?"

She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the
queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and
duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task."

"You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed.

She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?"

"A fictional heroine from my own time," he said,
waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can
fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her
for about seventy years now."

"It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not
wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid
them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough."

He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your
troubles in this, and I'm sorry."

"You needn't be," she said easily, draining her
glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised
that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been
at the Louvre?"

Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the
palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get
here, so best guess is four weeks."

Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense
scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no
doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to
move her into the court."

Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with
pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?"

She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment
before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another
glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts.

"Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat
meekly.

Alexandra looked at him and waited.

"If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting,"
Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have
heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to
miss."

The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away
some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south
to Spain."

"Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark
grumbled.

Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas
español?"

"Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not
goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;”

"Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said
easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa."

He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?"

"I shall think on that," she replied. "We
will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only
returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That
being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments."

"Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too
bad, I guess."

"It is convenient, for one thing, but another is
perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added.
"Be honest with me, Mark."

"Okay."

"Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were
to fuck?" she asked plainly.

Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his
head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't;
to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?"

"Bien," the woman stated, nodding and
standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride
below the crupper."

"Never heard that, but I'm in," he said,
chuckling.

"And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and
age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive."
Alexandra added.

"I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal
stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have
quarters at the Louvre?"

She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to
stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I
can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them."

"You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark
admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people."

"A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed.
"Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I
intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days
ahead."

The French Art of Feminine Disrobing.

He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and
began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather
poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful,
but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and
still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly.

Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot
deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were
surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor.

Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over
her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the
article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the
dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks.

She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool
of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to
smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him
now.

If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would
have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was
creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried
strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he
didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French.

"So, do you like what you see?" she purred,
enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away
from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no
doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink
nipples that made his mouth water.

"Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I
will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see
you, Mark."

He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even
bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks
before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new
lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly
muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition bec