Hello dear knight in shining armour. Your prince doest require 1 pastry. If you do not deliver by sunrise, i will have your head on a pike. Sincerely, prince with big brown eyes.
thinking about my dear, sweet, stressed-out princess... i can't bear to see that furrow between her brows, can't bear to see the corners of her mouth turning downward. my sweet girl, she deserves the world. i can tell she's over the conversation already, and that there's surely a headache building behind her eyes...
the moment we're out of the reception hall, i'm closer to her than i ought to be, one hand just brushing at the small of her back. it makes her shiver, and she looks up at me so needily i fear she'll loose her footing there in the hall. not that i'd mind, of course i'd sweep her off her feet, but i know she'd be so embarrassed.
i walk her back to her rooms, and i know just what she needs already.
"i'll be there in a minute, dove, just need to lose some clothes," i murmur, tipping her chin up and giving her a chaste kiss to tide her over. "go kneel by the chair, sweet girl, i'll be right there." she pouts, but she goes obediently, sinking to her knees beside the armchair.
i undress as quickly as i can, though with the half-armor and all the mail and padding it still takes a while. i feel terrible for making her wait, of course, but there's nothing to be done for it. eventually, though, i make my way to her, beckoning her up.
"your turn, dove," i murmur, reaching out to her. "turn around, there you are. i'll just get these laces..."
i untie her dress with deft fingers, and help her step out of it. she's already getting floaty, the poor girl, so i draw her in for a hug, my hand low on her back. i can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk of her shift, and i kiss her neck slowly, gently, pulling her back to the present for just a moment.
"don't drift off on me just yet, hm?" i murmur, smiling softly at her, ducking my head to meet her eyes. "oh, poor girl, i know. it was so loud in there, wasn't it? it's alright. it's just us now, come on."
i sit down in the armchair, and draw her down on top of me, straddling my waist. it's a tight fit—the chair isn't large—but it's just right for us, snug and warm. my hand slips down, rubbing over the rise of her lower stomach gently, and she whimpers. i can't help but laugh softly, leaning forward slightly to steal a kiss, endeared by her neediness. "okay, alright, dove, i know. i know. i won't tease. i'm sorry."
true to my word, i ruck up her shift around her hips, and slip my hand between her legs, immediately rubbing soft circles over her pussy and clit. she's wet enough that it makes a quiet, sticky sound when i rub over her slit, and my cock twitches at the feeling of her slick coating my fingers. she rocks against my hand, already whining.
"lark," she moans. "lark, please, please, want you in me..."
"shh, shh..." i murmur, placating. "i know, i know. i don't want to hurt you, dove, i just need to stretch you out a little bit first. it's been a while since we've done this, hm? unless you've been seeing someone else, of course..." she pouts at that, and i laugh, leaning in again to kiss her neck until she relaxes. "i know you wouldn't. there's nobody else who could treat you like this, is there? you'd think of me the whole time if you were with someone else, anyways, i bet."
i slip a finger inside her sopping cunt, and it practically sucks my finger in. i hum contentedly at the feeling. she exhales shakily, a quiet moan escaping her. "you're so fuzzy already, my sweet girl..."
"so warm, dove," i purr. "so wet and warm... you must be aching." i slip her a second finger, stretching her open softly, curling and probing. she rocks against my hips, panting, a whining, squirming thing. i draw my fingers out, and she practically cries with need. i'm quick to hush her, kissing her deeply as i urge her into rising up onto her knees. i take myself in my hand, nearly hissing at the sensitivity of my cock, and stroke a few times until i'm fully hard; it doesn't take much. the sight of her, dripping onto my lap, her pupils blown, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, panting... well. it would drive any man mad.
i look her solidly in the eyes as she sinks down on my cock, my blood roaring in my ears at the shifts in her expression. her eyelids flutter, and her mouth drops open as she stretches around me. the sweetest noise escapes her as she settles fully in my lap, a sweet, high keening sound. i hold her close to me, grinding up into her a few times before settling, guiding her head to the crook of my neck.
"there you are, there you are," i say, my voice a little strained. "good girl. just relax, now, i have you. just relax. clench around my cock, rock your hips, whatever you need. we can stay here as long as it takes for you to calm down."
Insect (and snail) details from The Book of Flower Studies, crafted between 1510 and 1515 in Tours, France by Master Claude de France. Currently in the collection of the Met Cloisters.
the near universal absence of hose in late medieval inspired visual media is so evil not for historical accuracy reasons or anything but bc I think they're hot & I'm offended by the implication that they're too weird or unattractive to include. fake men's legs enjoyers everywhere. I bet they wouldn't even appreciate the eroticism of a little flash of braies where the thigh meets the body if they got it. sad!
I'm not just the extension of your will, your rule, your justice. I'm also a place of solace, a place to take your worries, your fears. I can hold space for them, for you, anything. My arms can cover you, my body protect you, my voice comfort you. I'm not just a physcal presence. For you, I am anything..
Imagine a knight coming to you after a battle and you Think it's Your knight but its surcoat is too bloody so you clean it up but then Your knight comes home and is like "whos this guy"
Uhm uhh. Knight referring to you as "my liege" and "your highness" and other such titles while saying the most degrading things to you and fucking you disrespectfully
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