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“Oi, c’mon miss. Ye said it’s yer only night off the whole damned year! Ye can afford to have a wee bit of fun.”
Genevieve took another swig of her drink, “No. As I was explaining to you, I do not partake in such vices and debaucheries. Even on my days off, I mustn’t stray from the graces of our God. This is a part of my duty as a high knight of the realm.”
“Yet yer here at ol’ Richard’s for a drink?” The stranger prodded, looking up at the taller lady he was trying to hit on. Her face blushed a much redder shade than he thought possible.
“W- well I was already a drinker before I was knighted so… but no other sins will make their way to me!” and with that she stood straight up and began to stiffly walk out of the bar, mug in hand. “Um. I suppose this is goodbye, sir.”
“Hey, wait! You can’t just take that!” Richard yelled out from behind the counter, but to no avail as Genevieve walked out of the bar, bumping her head on the doorframe as she leaves.
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“That is NOT true!”
“But it is! You’re already 19 years of age and you are an utter failure at securing a husband! Your etiquette is poor! And we cannot have another child!” Her mother angrily yelled at the princess of Concupis.
“Why do I need a husband now?! I could rule just fine, there have been ruling queens in our past! Why give that up to some outsider?” Princess Edith retorted.
“Why? Because you can barely command your own servants! You’re too friendly with that knight of yours! If you became queen, I don’t want to even know what wretchedness would fall upon the kingdom. God would certainly damn us all.”
The princess, nearly on the verge of tears, turned away. This always happened. No matter what she did, her parents would always say she was unworthy of the throne and it made her second guess everything. No wonder she got nothing done...
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“Where is she? Where is she?” the princess muttered, stepping in place in anticipation. There was a sudden growing clanking noise that grew closer down the hall, until finally a knight burst through large castle doors. And not just any knight, but her personal knight, and barreling right towards her.
“My deepest apologies Lady Edith! I’m so very sorry for being late!” she said, roughly grabbing the princess’ smaller shoulders and beginning to shake her. Genevieve didn’t even notice that fact, but the brain rattling in Edith’s head very much did. “There was some sort of mix up and parts of my armor are missing and I had to borrow Joan’s and-”
“It is fine! You are fine!” the shaking slowed, leaving just a tight grip on Edith’s shoulders (not that she particularly minded), “I’m simply… eager to start my reading session, but I’m nervous starting without you to turn people away from my chambers.”
“Ah! In that case I’m taking up even more of your reading time!” she then quickly turned and stood stiffly in her guard position. “Go on! I’ll be here!”
“Again, it is completely fine that you were late. I will come out when I have completed my reading. Do not enter and distract me.”
“Of course!”
The princess delicately closed the door to her bedroom behind her, and immediately threw off her dress, looking at just how hard Genevieve’s touch had made her, “Fuck…”
She took out the gauntlet that she had stolen from the barracks earlier.
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Genevieve had been with the princess since they were both little, so it was no surprise that she was chosen to be the personal knight of Edith. They knew more about and had spent more time with each other than even the king and queen have with their own child.
Which is to say, this recent ritual of the princess had begun to concern Genevieve…
She had never known the princess to be much of a reader, because why would she? Within the halls of the castle were not books full of fantasy and wonder or books that would expand ones mind. It was simply books about royal business and scholarly writings with language too thick for anybody who wasn’t already acutely aware of everything within the text. So she never really grew up reading, but suddenly at least a few times a week she calls her knight to watch outside her room to make sure she’s given peace and quiet to read?
“Ah!”
That was another thing, occasionally, she heard the princess make small noises from within her chambers…
Genevieve could only come to one conclusion about what was really going on in there: the princess was surely messing with some sort of black magic! It wouldn’t be the first time, as they had messed with black magic to mixed results when dealing with circumstances surrounding Edith’s birth. But at least then, she had been there to protect her mistress! The idea of her majesty trying more black magic without her… it worried her to no end!
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“Mphf! Ah! Fuck!” Edith moaned through the knights glove in her mouth. She knew how pathetic this little display was, usually she tried maintain some composure but as time went on her urges became more and more insatiable.
Her touch, her look, everything about Genevieve just lit a fire in her…
At first she really did just want to try to get into reading, or at least have some time alone, away from her parent’s harassment, but then the portrait was made. The princess always had an affinity for her knight, so she asked her to be a part of her portrait that her family had commissioned.
Hours she spent with just the slightest touch of her knight on her shoulder, growing her love from a small campfire to a raging wildfire. And to have this portrait in her room, across from her bed, with her beloved’s face looking at her night by night, what else was she to do?
Fantasies of her knight in shining armor, coming in and ravishing her… saving her from her life… it made her go crazy, and she had been getting more and more desperate. Quickly, her innocent reading sessions became hour long sessions of masturbation in increasingly deprived ways. For example: her current method of having stolen pieces of her knight’s armor so she could pretend that Genevieve was shoving her fingers down her throat while getting her off.
And, God, even if it wasn’t her real fingers, they felt just divine. Divine enough to distract her from the fact that if anyone found out what she was doing in here, she would be done for. People of the royal family were supposed to stay chaste for their God, which in their faith meant avoiding even private sexual activities and repenting for any “accidents”. In any sort of good faith, she could not call shoving a facsimile of her best friend’s fingers deep down into her throat just to get a small taste of what getting face fucked by her would feel like while desperately jacking off an accident. This would be the last straw to make the royal family turn their back on her as their kin. And if she regretted anything right now, it was not stroking faster.
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She didn’t know what to do…
To walk in on the princess… it’d be a major breach of trust! She’ll have failed as a knight!
But to just let the princess wander into danger without her brave knight to shield her from all danger would be just as much of a failure…
She had to come to a decision soon, and whichever one she chooses, not falter in it. Resolve, that was what she needed. She clapped her hands together in prayer.
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It came closer now. Closer and closer. A buzz began to grow in Edith’s thighs. She could barely contain herself anymore, and could not care less. Sounds of pure pleasure poured out of her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut to imagine her stunningly beautiful knight and all the gorgeous creases of her skin, her muscles. She couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure, the blinding, beautiful release of-
“Princess!”
The world began to move in slow motion for her, all as the pleasure came bursting out of her from every angle. As the handle to her door began to rattle her body could do nothing but move, up and down, deeply wishing that it was rubbing skin to skin with the one she loves, the one she deserves, the one she owns.
But eventually, out of pure survivor instinct or pure luck, one of her downwards thrusts threw her to the side of the bed just out of sight, just in time. She kneeled there, with the bed covering her lower half and a blanket covering her small but noticeable breasts.
“I’m sorry princess, but I just cannot stand idly by while you do something like this!”
“Whuh,,, I,,, sorry,,, bwuh,,,” is all she could manage to mumble out in response, her pretty little brain wracked with pleasure and fright.
“I know what you’ve been doing in here, princess!”
“Y-you do?” A pit consumed her stomach whole. She was finished, Genevieve would let her get away with something like this. She was a kind knight, but that only went so far. No, no, no! This couldn’t be happening! Why was this happening? And why was she getting hard again??
She just sat there, on the floor, with only a bed standing between her and her complete doom, covered in a pitiful amount of cum.
“I understand your feelings, Lady Edith!” Genevieve said, surprisingly earnest.
“You? You do??”
What the hell could these even mean? Did she know this whole time and was just pretending not to notice? Was she as much of a pervert as her mistress?
“Yes… I do… I understand the feelings of inadequacy… if you hadn’t asked me to be your knight I would be toiling away at some academy, learning to be a wife to some barbaric man who would only want me for my body… I never felt I was fit to be your knight,” she looked down at the glove of her armor, “Goodness, even this morning I felt it. I can’t even keep good care of my armor, I ended up losing my glove. But every day I train harder and harder to live up to your expectation of me… So I beg of you, princess!! Stop your further exploration into black magic!! You are good enough to be the princess of this land!!”
What the fuck is she talking about?, is all the girl who was just jerking off could think.
“Uhm, I don’t know if I quite understand you, uh, my knight,” is all she could mutter out. Her brain was completely fried at this point. Any hope she had of understanding anything that was going on was long gone before she even came.
Her knight began to slowly walk closer. Fuck, just looking at her like this was making her go crazy.
“Sorry, what I mean to say is, I know you aren’t much of reader.” ? “I determined that you must’ve been spending your time alone doing black magic.” ??? “And, I understand, my princess. I understand your feelings.” ??????? “When last we encountered black magic to, uh, rewrite some history, it was a necessary evil, your family wouldn’t have less than you always being a princess… But! You cannot just turn to it for all your problems! I, your knight, here to serve and protect you to my own death, will not allow it!”
This was just ridiculous. Genevieve was always more brawn than brains for a noble, but this was just ridiculous. There was no way she was this much of a… of a… just a straight up bimbo!
But, to Edith, her knight’s naivete was always just so hot. She was like a forbidden fruit, and the princess just wanted to take a bite with all her being. Almost unconsciously she had begun to slowly begin stroking herself to her knights simply preposterous accusation. She only realized what she was doing when Genevieve was only just a few steps away from see her superior, one of the highest in the land, getting off to her.
“W-wait!” Yelled Edith, anything to stop the approach. How easily that worked, how easily her knight listened to her, what else could she do but move the hand between her legs faster? “Um, I’m sorry! Yeah, you got it, black magic, that’s it! I’m, uh, I started a spell… you can’t get any closer, you understand! It would be dangerous!”
“Then let me come over to protect you from the danger!”
Fuck, that look in her eye… she’s like a little excited animal… it’s so damned hot! “No! Coming, uh, over would put me in more danger!” She was getting closer to climaxing again… that was bad, there’s no way she could hide that, not when she was looking at such a beauty in front of her. Not when just the touch of her own fingers was making Edith squirm.
A gasp, “No! My lady, is there any way we can stop what’s been started?”
An idea clicked in the princess’ head. “Um, yes! It’s perfect that you stepped in actually, as I need a second person in order to stop the spell.”
“Yes! Of course! Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it!”
“First,” She looked down at a book of black magicks that was not there, “it says to take off all your clothes.”
A second of hesitation, but then a steely resolve of trust and she immediately jumped into taking off her clothes. First off came the plate armor, then the underneath until all that was left was the very covering undergarments, then the real thing the princess wanted to see. As a woman thrust into this field by her friend and superior, Genevieve had to come up with techniques to bind her chest under her armor for a number of reasons, typically with cloth wrap, and this is the first time Edith had been around for that binding to come off in a long while. She almost forgot how absolutely beautiful that chest was. How they spilled out and over onto her immaculately toned stomach as she took off the cloth.
Fuck, this was bad. There was no way she could hold it in like this. Would her knight even notice if she did cum straight in front of her? Was her knight that dumb? Fuck, those thoughts just made it harder to hold back. The familiar tingling spreading throughout her thighs returned. And then came off the pants, revealing the stunning hair that enshrined the fruit that was so desired.
She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her brain went into overdrive, thinking almost in abstract of all the things she could do, of the things she had to do. Her body shook and pulsated as she nearly yelled, “Okay next you have to turn around, right now!”
“Yes ma’am!” And she turned around in an orderly fashion. As soon as her ass, gorgeously toned by her day by day training as a knight, came into view, Edith threw her head back as her body let out pure pleasure from every angle. It took all her strength not to let out more than a little gasp for breath. She needed to look away, coming face to face with the skin she so desperately needed the touch of was too much. She looked to her right only to be met with the portrait of her knight, and to the left only to be met with the knight’s glove that had fallen alongside her.
“What is your next command, princess? The longer we wait the more danger we are in!”
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“The final step you have to take is bending over halfway…”
She had to.
“Ma’am, absolutely!”
Edith stood up and in her daze approached the fruit presented before her.
“These black magic spells are dastardly, are they not, Edith? These steps to dispel them are certainly confusing…”
There’s no use pretending anymore. She didn’t care about anything, what Genevieve thought. She was the princess. She had been this whole time. Why was she letting her knight be the one to control her?
“Be quiet…” Edith muttered as she approached, reaching her hands out upwards towards the taller woman.
“What was tha- AH!” the dignified knight gasped in shock as her hips were grabbed and then shoved towards the floor. There really was no reason Edith should have had the strength to do that, but the mix of trust in what was happening and surprised put her on her hands and knees. Meanwhile Edith’s body was already begging for even more pleasure from just that one touch onto the supple flesh. Years of pent up frustration were bursting out of Edith’s every movement.
“I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!” Her shrill voice screamed. And with that she thrust into her knight. Or, at least, she wanted to, because in her rage and frustration towards her situation, her body and mind, she missed. Her torso just slapped gently across knight’s backside. She let out a groan and a tear began to make its way down her cheek.
“P-princess? Has the spell overtaken you! How could you commit such sin?”
“Because! Day in and day out you and everyone else just… look at me! Like you’re my ruler! Like you know what’s going on in my life! Like you aren’t the greatest beauty in all the land! I’m so afraid of you, of what you think of me but… I don’t care about sin anymore! I am the ruler of this kingdom, of you, of everyone else, and I am going to take what I am owed!”
This time, when she thrust her body forward it came with greater sensation. Something she’d never felt outside of her wildest dreams. All her breath was taken away and whatever control she had left was thrown away.
Through heavy gasps, Genevieve tried to resist, but she was too taken, “Princess- What is- Stop- We mustn’t- What will happen-” Every objection torn away from her with another burst of sensation. Another quick bit of friction. Another whiff of sweat and cum.
“What happens- doesn’t- matter! You’re my knight- this is- you’re job! To take- my orders- and protect me- from the consequences!”
She could feel it, once again. For the third time in a row, the insatiable hunger flowed through Edith. The need for release. For a second she wondered about Genevieve’s pleasure if she were to be so quick, but then, she stopped caring. She was the princess, after all. And judging by how damp she was getting down there, Genevieve was enjoying it plenty for a knight.
Edith used her smaller body to grip tightly into Genevieve and was barely able to brace herself as a feeling unlike any other she had before came exploding from her skin and it didn’t go away as she gripped on tight to the buff woman’s muscles. Feeling every bit of skin as her body worked overtime to give everything she could inside of this woman.
Princess Edith fell back onto the floor, nearly unable to breathe. One thing was certain though: this would not be her last round for the day.
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Queen Edith sat in the throne room of her castle. In her hand she casually held a book and read from it, resting her head in her other hand. Little more was on the book cover than the image of an eye, but despite the simple design, the book gave off a strange, dark aura. The tall, womanly figure reading the book put it down as she heard footsteps coming from down the hall. It was her knight, Genevieve, returning after the day off she had. Except she wasn’t dressed at all like a knight.
“Lovely for you to join me again, darling. How was your day away from the palace?”
“It was quite splendi-” and she was cut off before she could fully respond by the Queen grabbing her lower jaw and pulling her forward, shoving a rough tongue into her mouth.
“I’m glad to hear it, but today, I believe will be even more splendid…” She picked up her book again and flipped to a page that was bookmarked. With a small chant, Genevieve noticed something rising in the lower portion of the Queen’s dress. “Guards! Please watch over the throne room for a while, I have a very important meeting with Genevieve in my chambers.”
“Yes, my queen!” They both said in unison. They didn't even notice what Edith had just done, the obvious hanging of her dress off of something underneath. But Genevieve noticed. She was the only one who could anymore.
In the intervening years, her title of knight faded as Queen Edith learned more to take and to take. To mold the kingdom to her desires. Now, she was knight in name only. She didn’t protect, but only provided a service of pleasure to Edith. A service she would happily indulge in and had an unusual amount of time to, given the wide reaching manipulations her new magical hobbies provided. Genevieve just hoped that today the queen would not use the time dilation spell, last time that happened, it felt like their “meeting” had lasted for years…