The castle’s actives dwindled with night approaching, leading to its inhabitants retreating to their respective quarters.
Your maids dutifully attended to you, as was their job, but tonight was different.
“Thank you all for the work you have done lately,” you started, your affectionate gaze trailing along each of them, “But I request that you all retreat early tonight. Take it as gratitude for all of your tireless hours of tending to me.”
Despite minuscule protests, you ended up having your wish granted- you were their princess, after all.
However, that did not mean you were alone. By your door waited your most loyal subject, the one who would never leave your side.
The iron-cladded knight stood at attention, waiting to hear your request.
A smile blossomed onto your face, head tilting as you approached him closer. “It is just us, Silver. No need for formalities.”
Unable to read his expression, your fingers traced along details carved into his helmet. “Won’t you help me retire for the night? You know how impossible it is for me to unwind by myself.”
His hand ached to hold yours, the devoted longing the plauged his heart clouding his better judgement. “As you wish, my lady.”
His armor talked as he removed his helmet, his visage seeming to glow in the gentle lighting of your chamber.
“You can take off the rest of your armor if you so desire. I’m sure you know as well as I do how it gets in the way.” you commented, now sitting atop of your plush bedding.
His black undergarments clung to his chiseled physique, a testament to his dedication as a knight.
Your hand patted the space beside you, beckoning him to join you. The bed dipped under his weight as he did so.
“Dashing as always.” Your fingers ghosted along his jawline, eyes calculatingly carving the titillating view of his face forever into your memory.
“You always flatter me, my lady. I am not worthy such affection from your precious lips.” Silver watched as your pupils dilated, the warm feeling of your adoring gaze serving as fuel to the burning passion of love you always seemed to kindle within him.
Your mouth met his like a gentle embrace, causing Silver’s steady breath to hitch. Your nimble yet soft fingers cupped his cheek, another hand carding through the opal strands of his hair and creating a tender grasp.
Silver’s eyelashes fluttered, strong hands hovering above your waist. He was terrified to succumb to his selfish desires, but your irresistible sweetness served as a temptation he was unable to neglect.
The feeling of your warm body served as a enticing contrast against that of his hard and muscular one. Rough fingers carefully lowered onto your figure, trailing against the rich fabric of your gown.
Despite the tempting notion to deepen the kiss, you were forced to pull back. Your thumb trailed against his lower lip as the two of you panted for air, the sensual image of him being so docile for your wants coaxing a wet sensation to drip out of you.
His eyebrows furrowed in delectation as he took in your disheveled state, the sight serving as a means to stimulate his arousal.
The soft blues and violets within in his eyes shone like a gemstone as he stated his declaration. “I ache each waking moment of the day waiting for your lips to meet mine. Every sunrise that I feel as if I have reached the peak of my passion, I am wronged time and time again.“
A hand rested against your waist, the other tenderly cupping the silky skin of your cheek. “My heart longs to show you the extent of my devotion. If you allow it, my lady, I will show you such.”
Your lips met the outskirts of his palm, a softened gaze trailing against his features. “I would never deny such a want from my most beloved.” You spoke as your lips twisted into a smile. “After all, it is you who I think of each night before rest claims me. I yearn for you just the same, and I ache to see the reciprocation of your love.”
With your now granted approval, he laid you gently against the velvety expanse of the pillows adorning your bed. An amatory caress parted your thighs, followed by the length of your dress being put to rest upon your stomach.
A sinful cocktail mixed within him, fueled by the state of your undergarments along with your impassioned stare, serving as a means to only ignite Silver’s intoxication.
His fingers hooked onto your panties, sliding them down the smooth expanse of your thighs to pull them off at your feet.
Now faced with your ever-so-familiar sex, Silver could feel himself straining against his undergarments. His face lowered closer to the apex of your legs, his breath feathering against the galvanizing formation of your folds.
“So beautiful.” he muttered reverently, soft lips fluttering against the innermost portion of your thighs. “Your beauty outshines even the most radiant briar rose.”
As your legs began to come together in embarrassment, firm hands kept them parted. “No need for bashfulness, my love. It is only I.”
His sturdy arms wrapped around your thighs as his tongue began its journey throughout the flaps encasing your core. You could feel yourself pulsate under his movements as you were met with careful flicks to your cunt.
With one hand covering your mouth and the other entangled in Silver’s hair, you could feel yourself begin to unravel. His tongue darted inside of you, desperate to taste the sweet release he craved.
As his teeth grazed against the sensitive nerves that were your clit, you struggled to keep your noises at bay. Your grasp on Silver’s hair tightened, causing an erotic moan to vibrate against you.
Silver could hear how your breath grew more uneven by the second; that paired with how your walls tightened desperately against his tongue, he knew your release was imminent.
Wet squelches filled your chambers as his ministrations grew ever more fervent, with his brows knitting together as he tasted your succulent wetness. However, that wouldn’t be enough to sedate his needs; no, he needed you to feel the same pleasure he was.
As your impassioned gaze studied the eager form between your legs, you couldn’t stop a wicked idea from slithering into your mind. Carefully, you maneuvered your leg downwards towards Silver’s unmistakeable erection. Your foot pressed against his slender shaft, eliciting an unexpected mewl from your lover.
“M-my lady, your pleasure is my pleasure. There is no need to entertain me this way.” A blush dusted his face, clearly betraying his words.
A smooth grin painted your flustered face. “This is my pleasure. I enjoy seeing you achieve your own release by my own means.”
His eyes met yours as his mouth left your cunt. Slick wetness dripped down his chin with strands of pearly hair clinging to his forehead- a truly stimulating sight. “However, that does not mean I said you could stop. Am I clear?”
As if to reply, his tongue returned to your folds, now with renewed desperation. Your foot fondled with his cock through the sheer layer of his undergarments, his breath hitching with each brush against his length.
Your hand shook as it cupped around your mouth, wanting desperately for no one to hear the noises Silver drew out of you from his skillful actions.
With Silver’s nose bumping against your clit and his taste buds hungrily ravishing you from deep inside, your release was undeniably impending. Silver’s arms held your legs wide open, even as you they began to shake.
Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, desperate to feel it inside of you as you unraveled. Fire pooled low within your stomach, craving to release itself.
As deeply as you yearned to look upon your lover in this moment, your eyes closed, needing to focus on solely arriving to your finish point.
Silver could feel your grip losen on his hair, leaving him with an opportunity to slip your hand out and intertwine your fingers as you dissolved into pleasure. His tongue continued to lap as your release coated his mouth, his grip on your hand strong as he sucked on your folds.
You laid there, breath still wavering as the cold night air hit your burning core. Silver now sat beside you, his affectionate eyes still dripping with arousal.
“You are simply breathtaking.” he spoke, guiding hair off of your damp forehead. His lips pressed between your eyebrows, a warm smile on his face.
“While it may not be in his lifetime, I hope that there is one where I can worship you freely.”
Another kiss was planted to your cheek, his lips dutifully adorning the face he beloved so dearly.
“For in this reality, it is only something that can be wished for once upon a dream.”