mildly horrified

She/Her || 21+ || NSFW monstery musings || Minors; Do Not Interact!

[celestialowlryxs]

"Time is a fast-flowing river. It spares no one. The bride awaits her bridegroom as she awaits her destiny. She is clad in white, as if dressed in a shroud. Eternal peace will come for her. The wedding bell tolls. Take her away! Take her away! Come! Come for her! The young maiden is yours for eternity."

Он – дракон / I am Dragon / He's a Dragon (2015) dir. Indar Dzhendubaev

[domestically-loving-monsters]

Silent Duty - (Monster Knight x F!Reader) Nsfw

Themes: Fantasy/Medieval setting, monster fucker themese, tentacles, female recieving, submissive monster, long plot with spice Words: 14k

Notes: Apologises for this taking as long as it did! The story just kept going and before I knew it...it was 14k words long... I really hope you enjoy! I loved this so much. Will probably be a part 2, but let me know if you would like a continuation ❤️

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"Oh, hello!" Your surprised greeting echoed through the large empty space. Splitting the natural silence with your voice. So many times you came to these ruins looking for foragables, trinkets or other interesting things; but never have you come here and expected company.

Climbing in through the tight crack in the wall of what once had been a cathedral, your eyes adjusted to the dark interior to find a tall figure slouched against one of the moss covered walls. The person wore a heavy set of armor. Not an inch of them wasn’t covered by chainmail, leather or steel. A knight. Or at least a very wealthy soldier. They were a person very much a long way from any civilization that matched their attire.

The imposing figure gave you no indication of who or what was so well protected. From your squashed position, you could barely make out the way the helm turned in your direction upon your entrance. If your voice had startled them, they gave no response to your greeting.

A moment passed. You kept still, half inclined to wriggle back out of the hole; excusing yourself and apologizing for the intrusion. You should probably run. A stranger out in these woods only spelled trouble. And you really didn't feel like getting murdered today by some creep posing as a knight. You tapped your fingers against the stone wall. They still hadn't responded. Nor did they look like they were going to move. Maybe they were injured?

"Are you ok?" You found yourself asking. Shifting so your chest wasn't so painfully crushed against the sharp stone. You couldn't see any damage on the armour. But how the person was slouched appeared like they were too weak to stand properly. You spied no travelling gear or sleeping roll. The knight didn't have any weapons on them; not even a dagger.

I swear if I get murdered for trying to be a nice person…

You grunted as you heaved your body the rest of the wall through the crack, stumbling none to gracefully onto the ruined tiled floor. The Knight still didn't move. But the slitted visor did tilt as their obscured gaze followed your approach. "I have some medical supplies if you're hurt." You offered, stopping a few feet away from the towering stranger. Ensuring there was just enough distance that if they lunged for you, you had enough space to evade them…hopefully. This close you could make out the intricate lines on the metal plating. The armor was old. Dented and worn from battle and years of use. It wouldn't surprise you if this suit had been worn over many generations. But you spied no crest or sigil to symbolize a family or house. Just beautifully carved lines.

Still no voice answered your query.

You bounced on the balls of your feet awkwardly. The amount of time stretching between your sentences was getting mortifyingly long. They just stared down at you. Even slouched they were reaching close to seven feet tall. Their broad shoulders didn't move like you would expect from someone breathing while swathed in metal. They were freakishly still.

"Look, I don't want any trouble." You said after a soft sigh. "I'm just here for something to sell and then I'll be out of your hair." No response. Not even a dip or tilt of the head to signify a response. A little creeped out, you quickly shifted away and left the room in a hurry, venturing deeper into the ruins. You glanced over your shoulder once to ensure the metal giant wasn't suddenly rushing towards you. Nope. They just stared after you. Still slouched. As still as a statue.

You quickened your steps.

Some lefts and rights, a few broken stairs and through long, hauntingly quiet corridors; you searched for the little groves hidden within the rooms of the cathedral. Shafts of light streamed in through the shattered roof. Spilling warm light over mossy debris or rotting furniture, giving many pockets of plant life a paradise surrounded by ruin. You still weren't sure what befell this place. How it became a forgotten ruin lost between the dark trees of the surrounding forest. There was evidence of a battle, that much was certain. But not a siege or takeover. And everything had been left untouched. You were the one to disturb this place when you took items to trade or moved objects to allow more space for the plants to grow. Your local research didn't hold any record of there being a large structure out in the woods. The building was very well hidden and was some distance from any hint of civilization. But it was vast enough that it surprised you no one had found it yet.

It felt like it just…appeared one day.

You didn't dare share your findings with anyone back at the estate, least of all the greedy Lord. If he knew about this place, it would be stripped bare and tourists would be flooding the quiet halls.Eradicating this little slice of peaceful history for coin.

You were content not knowing what this place was. Curious, sure. But you didn't mind seeing this place as anything else but a glorified greenhouse with a few spare trinkets. Surrounded by strange symbols and strange books.

You only took something shiny when the coin was scarce and you were desperate. Most of the trade you dabbled in was medicinal. Plants, salves, liquids; and the majority of your finest ingredients came from these ruins.

These small protected gardens offered an abundance of foragables. Another reason you didn't want anyone else here; this was the only place you could find Healsby Root without scaling a mountain.

This site would be plucked bare of anything useful if word got out.

While you gathered what you needed, you kept an ear out for any approaching clanging. Surely, a person in that much armour couldn't sneak up on you…right?

Wrong.

You turned a corner, carefully pushing leafy greens into one of your numerous pouches and ran right into a chest of metal.You bounced off the ironclad belly with a comical ‘bonk’, the pouch slipping from your hand as you reeled back.

You were saved from falling on your ass by a leather gloved hand catching your elbow, steadying you after the collision.The leather was rough and cracked against your skin. A blazing heat pulsed against your arm where the fingers touched you and you could have sworn that the fingers writhed beneath the glove.

"I am so sorry!" You yelped as The Knight released you. "I didn't see you!" They didn't respond. Instead kneeled and gently pluck the pouch you dropped from the ground. They offered it to you on an open palm, one knee bent against the hard ground.

"Oh! Thank you!" You took the pouch and hastily tied the strings to your belt. Ensuring it wouldn't fall as The Knight rose to their feet.

"You really snuck up on me!" You laughed, stepping back so you didn't have to crane your neck to meet the helmed gaze. "I didn't know someone could move so quietly in so much armour." There was no replying chuckle. Not even an amused huff. You were starting to see a pattern.

"Sorry if I startled you earlier." You continued. "There's usually no one here. How did you get inside?"

The cathedral was locked up tighter than a bank vault. Even with its walls crumbled and roofs fallen in due to weather wear, it was near impenetrable.

What were once doors were now piles of rubble. And most windows or archways were broken and impassable. Your usual ways in left you scratched and bruised and were far too small for someone like this knight. So, that meant there was an easier way somewhere. But they didn't give you anything. Which was mildly disappointing.

With the continued lack of a response, you gave up on any future questioning. And instead decided it was better to leave now than risk this knight being some sort of murderer.

"Well, the ruins are all yours. Stay safe," You gave your farewell a little awkwardly and stepped around them to begin your trek back.

It startled you when The Knight finally deigned you with something'; a low dip of its helmet. Almost like a bow.

You almost missed it, the movement was so subtle; it felt courteous, strangely.

Unsure what to do, you awkwardly returned the bow and hurried on.

But you didn't continue alone. The silent stranger followed, unnervingly quiet and locked in your wake. You were vividly aware of how close they were at all times.

Always three steps behind you. No matter the turns or stairs you took. They kept that perfect separation between you.

You tried quickening your steps to steer around corners, hoping to lose this persistent follower. But this behemoth of metal's long strides made it embarrassingly easy for them to keep up. There was absolutely no way you'd lose them by ducking into another room. They continued to be unresponsive to your questions. Even when you demanded to know why they followed you so adamantly.

No voice gave an explanation. It was really starting to worry you.

You were so focused on trying to find a way to lose your stalker, that you lost track of where you were in the cathedral.Well, not entirely. You knew roughly where you were in the ruins, you just never came this way.

There was no real reason for the avoidance. This part of the cathedral just looked less stable than the rest. The roof looked one rainstorm away from caving in.

Everything you needed was in the other wing too, so there was no reason to risk yourself.

But regardless, you wouldn't be able to track your steps back accurately.

You sighed heavily and stepped into the doorway of a room that looked like it was once a kitchen.

Your quiet escort was, as they have been since they found you, three steps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder at them…up at them. They must have gotten inside somehow. Otherwise, you'd love to see someone this big wriggle through one of your entryways.

"Do you know a way out?" You asked. If they were going to follow you everywhere they could at least make themselves useful if they weren't going to kill you.

A part of you knew you weren't going to get a reply. And that part of you was thrilled it was wrong.

The Knight offered a silent dip of their head and a step back out into the corridor. You watched, a little shocked, as they walked down the hall to a corner, looked both ways and then turned right. You could have made a run for it in the other direction, but your problem of being lost didn't quite get fixed.

It was the only reason why you hesitantly followed after The Knight. This way, if The Knight did know of a way out, you could fix one problem before dealing with outrunning a giant.

You still sent a little prayer to whatever deity was watching that you weren't about to walk into a trap.

The Knight led you to a room that was absolutely decimated. It was larger than some of the others. Maybe an entertainment venue of some kind. Whatever it once was, rubble and bits of ceiling now covered it. A doorway sat adjacent to the one you stood in, leading out into one of the courtyards. Which you could faintly make out through the grimey windows. A beam from the rafters above now rested across it, firmly blocking the exit.

You waited by the entrance and watched dubiously as The Knight crossed the room. They stepped around broken rubble, nudging ruined furniture out of their way until they reached the blocked door.

"I don't think…Oh, nevermind."Whatever you were going to say died on your tongue the moment The Knight hooked their arms under the beam and effortlessly lifted it.You weren't sure if it was the lighting or your heated imagination, but you were sure their armoured arms bulged like flexing muscles.

When the beam moved, rock and rubble tumbled away from the door, clearing it. And without thinking, you hurried forward, slipping under The Knight's arms and pushed against the door. You felt the knight's stomach against your back, blazing hot against the material of your shirt. The metal scraped against your skin as you slammed your shoulder into the flat wooden surface. You apologized softly when you had to squirm a little against their waist. Getting a better angle to try and force the door open.

You heard something whisper against your ear. A soft breath of wind that made your skin crawl with a chill despite The Knight's furnace like body against your own. You ignored it. Using that rising anxiety against the resistant barrier.

A loud groan filled your ears and with some heavy scraping, you managed to force the door open.

You shuffled out into the afternoon air and the entire wall creaked as The Knight shifted beneath the beam. Still carrying it aloft, they passed under it, waited for you to move further back, and then stepped outside. The beam came crashing down behind them. Taking half the wall with it and you flinched away from small bits of debris that rained down on you from above. The Knight rushed forward and you felt their arms circle you, protecting you from any larger chunks. They were swallowed by a large cloud of dust, becoming a towering shadow above you as you coughed and spluttered.

That whispering echoed on the edge of your hearing. Too soft to make out where it was coming from…but it sounded like it was all around you. Shaking your head of that eerie noise, you pulled away from The Knight as the dust started to settle. The sound dissipated. Leaving an odd ringing in your ears.

"Thank you." You said, dusting off your hands on your pant legs.

The Knight passively stood by your side, scanning the new area with an air of intrigue. A little part of you was giddy from the impressive display of strength. Your eyes wandered over the steel arms, gleaming in the sunlight.

You scolded yourself for thinking they were anything strange. They weren't bulging unnaturally now. But they were an attractive width, hinting at the strength beneath. You forced your eyes to look anywhere but at The Knight as their helm dipped again.You didn't even register that they finally gave you a response.

You were at least outside… but you were now in one of the few walled gardens. You had once attempted to climb into these areas, back when you had no other way in without going through the cathedral. But the walls were smooth and slick with moss. Even the thick vines of ivy had little grip on these boundaries.

They were meant to keep people out and they did a fantastic job doing so. But now they are keeping you from getting out too.

"Hmm, new problem." You said with a huff. "Unless you can break through rock, we may have to break back into the building."

The wall was so broken that it would be impossible to slip back through the door. You could break one of the windows, you guessed. But after what The Knight just did, it felt counter-productive.

You took another glance over the courtyard. Wincing at the neglected beds.

The garden was heavily overgrown. Burs and tangles of grass choked the once neat paths and raised flowerbeds. Thorny vines covered the stone boundaries and flowering weeds gave the forgotten garden some color.

Compared to the beautiful groves inside, these beds were a horrible reminder of what could have been a beautiful, lush tea garden.

The Knight didn't seem to mind. They cleaved a path through the foliage like a bull plowing through reeds. Their heavy boots crumbled anything underfoot, clearing you a path to follow until you reached the wall.

Staring up at the barrier, it towered over the both of you. It was twice the height of your new companion.

You clicked your tongue and switched your attention to your silent strongman, "You wouldn't happen to have any rope stuffed up in that armour would you?"

No response. Figures. Heaven's forbid the stranger uttered a single word…

But their helmet did turn towards you after a moment of what felt like contemplation. Looking down at you, they offered you their gloved hand. You eyed the cracked material warily. You doubted you'd get a response if you asked what they intended to do. So, you took the risk and placed your hand in theirs.

Gods, please don't snap my neck…

Nothing so life ending, but in one smooth dip of their body, The Knight kneeled down and scooped your legs out from under you. Gracefully lifting you so you were cradled against their chest. Their arm braced you comfortably against them. You dropped their hand to throw your arms around their shoulders, yelping in surprise at the sudden shift.

That whispering became a breeze behind your ears. You shivered. Looking at The Knight with wide eyes…that sound was coming from them!

Before you could protest, the world disappeared out from beneath you and the air rushed around you as your captor jumped. You heard the stone edge crack as The Knight gripped the top of the wall and heave themselves effortlessly up to stand securely above the garden.

In half a second, you were first standing behind a wall to now peering over it towards the forest. A chilled breeze brushed past you both and your terrified body clung to the hard metal shell like a kitten to a scratching post.

That whispering…it was everywhere but sourceless…no, it couldn't be coming from The Knight…the voices weren't muffled. The sound felt like it was coming from the very wind itself. Greeting you. Comforting your racing heart.

You pushed aside that rising unease, your breath snatched away by the very far fall beneath you, "That isn't at all what I thought you were going to do."

The Knight replied by leaning towards the other side of the wall and then looked at you.

Taking the hint, you tightened your hold on their armor and braced for the drop.

The white-noise increased. Becoming more of a gust than a breeze of sound. More comfort. A promise of safety. Then The Knight stepped off the wall and the fall was far enough that your stomach flipped once before the ground came up to meet you.

The Knight landed gracefully. A harsh jolt jerking your body. But a much better alternative than splatting against the grass.

The Knight didn't even grunt from the impact!

They stooped low and placed your feet back on solid ground. Allowing you to lean on them when your knees threatened to buckle.

"Thank you." You said a little shakily, staring up at The Knight with a heavy dose of bewilderment.

That noise has to be coming from them…but how? "I've never seen a knight clear a wall like that. Impressive."

You've never seen anyone clear a wall like that!

The helm dipped, angled away from you and you dared not think that it was anything but bashfulness.

You removed your hand from their arm and the voices stopped.

You stared. But didn't dare return your fingers to the armour…it would be rude…

A heavy snort pulled your attention away from The Knight towards a brown horse grazing by the cathedral gates. Still tied to the post where you left them, your steed offered no greeting as you approached.

"Ah, good, you didn't chew through your ropes Reed." You called to the animal, stroking a hand along its neck.

The only greeting it gave was when The Knight walked up behind you. The animal pivoted and snorted loudly enough that you hushed it gently, "Easy, Reed, they're friendly." You told the chestnut animal. Glancing at the stranger as they stopped three steps behind you…again.

"Thank you for helping me get out of there." You said. The eerie silence The Knight created became deafening without that strange whispering.

You started transferring your pouches to the saddlebags. "There's an estate not far from here if you need supplies. I work there as a herbalist. They welcome travellers for a night or two if you have coin. I'm happy to show you the way, if you'd like company."

More so, you'd like company.

After your run in with The Knight and your attempts to lose them in the endless halls, you had lost track of time.

The sun was beginning to dip lower than you'd like for the ride back home. The forest had a variety of beasts and people, and night was where the worst of them ventured out. Having someone else with you, even if they didn't have a weapon and carried an air of strangeness with them, would make you feel a lot safer.

Learning from your past one-sided conversations, you flicked Reed’s reins over his neck, prepared to wait and see if The Knight followed you or not, and went to mount- but stopped when The Knight kneeled.

Their fingers interlocked together near your boots, creating a wide net of leather for you to use as a boost into the saddle.

Now, Reed wasn’t exactly a large horse. He neared the stout build of a pony.

But were you going to miss an opportunity to be hoisted up like a royal person? Absolutely not.

Grinning a little sheepishly, you placed your boot into The Knight’s palms and pressed your weight down on their fingers.

The leather of their old gloves creaked as their fingers curved around your foot. Somehow, it was a very secure feeling.

You could have probably thrown yourself from the saddle and never see the ground.

The Knight stood once you were safely in the saddle, handing you the reins while simultaneously moving to stand beside Reed’s head. Which your animal had much to complain about, snorting loudly and knocking his hoof against The Knight’s foot with a loud clang; startling himself. In which The Knight hooked a hand under Reed’s bridle and settled him with a stroke along his neck. Reed didn’t immediately calm, but at least ceased rearing.

“I see you’re an animal person.” You joked. Watching the two pivot around one another until they fell into a comfortable gait beside the other. The Knight took every clank of a hoof in stride, barely acknowledging how Reed tried to nip at their hands. His ears laying flat against his head. Eventually, the animal gave up and walked reluctantly beside your new companion. Unuse to being led. You didn’t voice against The Knight’s guidance. Why not? There was no harm in it. It was a chivalrous gesture, fitting The Knight and all their weird, silent splendor.

You gave soft directions when The Knight stalled and their helm tilted towards you. Talking aimlessly to them. Still a little uncomfortable with their silence; you filled the air between you with different topics. The cathedral, your estate, Reed, the plants in your saddlebags; literally anything that wasn’t too personal, you mentioned. It was near night when the two of you reached the boundary of the Lord's estate. Lanterns blazed along the cobblestone paths, giving the very large stretch of land a warmly orange glow to it. The estate felt more like a town than a mansion owned by a wealthy nobleman.

The house itself stood proudly on the only grassy hill. Towering above the rest of the buildings glittering in the soft moonlight. The other buildings circling the grassy knoll included a large stable, an inn-house for the working staff, a guard house with an adjacent barracks and a collection of bath-houses. Lush gardens filled the spaces between the brick laid buildings. Separated by soft lawns and flourishing trees that cast vast blankets of shade over lovely sitting areas.

You may dislike the Lord as a person, but his estate was an impressive representation of his standing.

“The Lord here is as wealthy as a King.” You said off-handedly to The Knight. “You'll be able to find a bed in the inn-house. But you'll need to pass the Captain’s interrogation first. Sorry in advance. The man takes his job very seriously. Which is good for the Lord. But absolutely miserable for anyone else.”

There were a handful of staff out at this time. Most of them were guards swapping patrol with the night-shift. Others were workers finishing up their afternoon duties. And all of them stared when you neared. The Knight seemed to ignore everyone you passed. Guiding Reed through the wide street-like paths with a purpose in their steps. But it was hard to see where they were looking under their helmet. They must have been paying enough attention, however. For when the Guard Captain stalked out of the inn-house, eyes roaming over your companion with that cautious glint in his gaze, The Knight halted and stared him down.

You swallowed nervously, leaning forward in the saddle just enough so only The Knight could hear your warning. “The Captain is a prickly man. Just be polite and he shouldn’t give you any trouble.”

You’ve seen the Captain throw out newcomers purely for scoffing. Others had cuffs clinked over their wrists for talking back at him. Every person that passed onto the estate went under a grueling questioning. And it seemed The Knight, a colossus of metal and shadow, was no different.

The Captain’s gaze swung towards you. A look of contemplation passed through his worn gaze before he looked back to The Knight. “(Y/N), you’re later than usual. Any trouble?” The Captain asked.

You shook your head, busying your hands by tangling them up in Reed’s mane. “None. I ran into my friend here on the road. They were kind enough to escort me back to the estate.” You prayed your companion would cover your lie. You already had a story spun to keep your daily absence covered, one that most of the staff swallowed easily.

You were a herbalist after all. Not everyone bothered wondering what a herbalist did in the woods during the day.

The Captain crossed his arms over his chest. Lifting his chin in a way you knew was meant to be intimidating. It worked…most of the time. But The Knight had a full foot and a half over the Captain. So, when the soldier tried staring them down, it appeared more childish than what was originally targeted.

“And where are you coming from?” the Captain asked The Knight. Silence. Very tense silence. A small crowd was beginning to gather outside the inn-house. Curious staff began peeking out of the windows and doors to see the towering guest.

Especially when the question was repeated. It was rare to hear the Captain repeat something.

The Knight, as you suspected, didn’t reply. And it was a shock when the helm turned in your direction. Like they were looking for approval. You nodded. Silently begging them to break their mysterious demeanour for a second to avoid The Captain's ire. Even just a greeting. Something! Because The Captain hated being ignored. “You don’t speak? Or is that bucket of metal too thick for you to hear me?”

A few chuckles from some nearby guards bolstered the Captain’s confidence. Bringing forth a smirk that looked far too vicious for a man in his standing to have. You wouldn’t be caught dead smirking up at a person dressed like The Knight. Especially after you saw them clear a wall and lift a piece of building like it was nothing. You suddenly wanted to be very far away from this interaction.

“I found them on the East road.” You cut in, lying further. Your words split the tension like a knife.“I think they’re coming from the Capital.”

“With no gear or weapon?” The Captain’s eyes roved over the Knight’s physique. Caution coiling into suspicion. “That’s a long trek to here with no food or arms.”

You winced. You should have considered that…but you really didn’t like how The Captain wasn’t backing down. You needed to seperate them. “I offered them a place to sleep.” You explained. Nudging Reed closer to your companion. “Like you said, it’s a long walk from here to anywhere.”

You dared The Captain to argue. Actually, you preferred he didn’t. But your workshop was near the outskirts of the estate. Meaning The Knight would be out of the Captain’s proximity for the night. And better, out of sight of the bored and curious guardsmen. It saved you arguing for the poor person to have a room in the inn. Which by the look on the woman who ran the place, that wouldn't happen until The Captain said so.

“You’re welcoming a stranger into your house?” The Captain queried. And you hated the way he made you feel like you were being scolded for offering hospitality. “Are you sure?”

Dare that be concern in the Captain’s tone? Banish the thought that the old man actually gave a damn about anyone but his soldiers or the lady that poured his ale. You nodded, glancing at The Knight. “They helped me out today. It’s the least I can do.”

It was one the tip of your tongue: What harm could they bring? But you did recall thinking this giant of iron would have been your end some hours ago. And you saw the unease and distrust in most of the onlookers' eyes. They were sharing that same thought. So, you kept your thoughts to yourself.

The Captain looked up at The Knight. Seeming to try and meet the stranger’s obscured gaze. “Best keep out of trouble, Sir Knight. I want you gone by dawn.”

You opened your mouth to argue but the Captain turned on his heels and returned to the inn. The group of onlookers hurried after him. Undoubtedly to gossip about the newcomer and rile up the old bastard.

You sighed heavily, offering The Knight a small smile when they looked at you. “Well, I got you a night out of the forest. It’s better than nothing, I guess.”

You continued onward through the estate, slipping past quiet workplaces and dark areas of the mansion, to your cozy little cottage by the stone wall that circled the property. Reed led himself into your small barn. Waiting for The Knight to open the doors before wandering in on his own accord. You slipped out of the saddle before the old boy clopped into his stall, awaiting the tack to be removed.

The Knight stood quietly by the doors of the barn. A giant even more so now standing in the archway of the humble building. They at least had the mindfulness to light a lantern and stand by Reed’s stall entry. Allowing you ample light to take your harvest from the bags and remove Reed’s tack. You thanked them and led them into your home. Which seemed to shrink the moment The Knight entered the tiny space. It’s always just been you here. A pet or two and some clients looking for remedies. But never anyone quite as towering as your new visitor.

The top of their helmet clanked against the doorways and when they turned, their metal shoulders knocked against the hanging lanterns. You stifled your amusement. Somehow, even with their face obscured, you could tell they were embarrassed after knocking a tankard off your tabletop.

“This used to be a halfling home. The whole area used to be a halfling town. Until the Lord bought it off them and renovated it for his winter home.” You explained. Scooping up the cup and placing it away from The Knight’s large frame. “It suits my needs well. But I think you’re a little too much for it.” The Knight managed to sit at your table without clanking against anything else. Their knees were raised high and their elbows rested awkwardly by their sides. Looking like an adult who just sat down at a child's tea party table.

“I hope you don’t mind leftover stew.” You called as you slipped into the kitchen to prepare something warm. “I wasn’t expecting company. I hope there’s enough.” You muttered to yourself, looking down at the cauldron of broth and vegetables. When you returned to the main room, The Knight was poking away at the hearth. Nurturing a fire to life from the smoldering coals you left behind this morning. Carefully, they took the cauldron from your hands and placed it over the flickering flames.

They’re on top of everything. You thought in amusement. I wonder if they’ll take a job in house-keeping.

Something about the thought of this knight working as a maid, sticking out like a sore-thumb in your tiny workshop, amused you. They came from somewhere. Maybe a beautiful princess was missing their valiant knight.

You doubted the Lord would pass up hiring a person as malicious looking as your guest. He definitely had a preferred flavor of guards watching over him. But that all depended on if The Knight wasn't already hired by someone.

“What house do you serve?” You asked curiously. Looking over the armor once more. Nothing stood out. The metal definitely needed some care and much of the leather needed replacing. But there was no coat of arms or sigil anywhere on The Knight.

Given the make of the armour and the craftsmanship, either The Knight came from wealth or had quite a generous sponsor.

The Knight continued to poke at the coals. Adding a log to the flames to feed the heat. You took up the other chair at your table, watching your guest.

“Are you mute?” You asked. “Is that why you don’t talk?”

The Knight stirred the stew with the ladle you provided. “Cursed?” No reply. Just the quiet creaking of leather and soft clinking of metal whenever The Knight moved.

You huffed a sigh, frustrated. “Look, I just want to make sure you don’t strangle me in my sleep. Could you please-” That got a reaction. Something about your words seemed to horrify The Knight. Their helm snapped towards you, a tilt to their visor indicated reproach. Maybe even insult. Whatever it was, you immediately felt bad for some reason.

“Don’t give me that look!” You exclaimed. “You’re a stranger in my home that I found in the ruins of a spooky cathedral. You could be anyone! How do I know I'm safe when my guest won’t even talk to me?”

The Knight looked away. Gazing deep into the coals as if in thought. Then they shifted in their seat to face you fully. They lifted a hand and clenched their fingers into a fist so tight that the leather creaked and you were sure the stitching would give way, before slapping it against their chest with a thunderous clank in the small room. You arched an eyebrow. Waiting for them to say something. But they didn’t and only lowered the fist after you sighed again.

“I'll take that as a promise that you’re not going to do something weird.” You said. The Knight seemed content with your words and went back to caring for the fire.

You both ate in silence after that. Well, you ate. The Knight nursed the bowl as if they were absorbing the heat through their gloves. You didn’t question it. If they weren’t going to talk, you doubted they’d remove their helmet in front of you to eat. You gave them a moment of privacy by taking your bowl and the empty cauldron back to the kitchen. You returned once you heard their bowl hit the table. And your assumption had been correct. Their bowl was left empty and practically polished of any stew.

“I don’t have a spare bed, but you're welcome to the barn. You’ll at least have space to stretch out.” You said and gathered a spare blanket from your linen closet for The Knight to take out with them. The Knight bowed deeply and ventured outside without so much as a goodnight.

You locked every door and window before going to bed.

You slept restlessly. Nervous about a stranger sleeping just outside. You occasionally heard the clink of their armor and a glance out your window stole you a glimpse of The Knight roaming your gardens. They didn’t seem to sleep at all. Circling the outskirts of your abode until dawn spilled across the sky. You slept a little around early morning. Your exhausted mind finally gave in and released your anxious thoughts into the void of sleep. However, a pounding on your front door startled you from your blankets.

“(Y/N)!” The voice of the blacksmith’s husband was pitched with urgency. “Please hurry! Howard’s been hurt!”

You rushed from your bed. Throwing boots onto your feet while scrambling for your medical bag. You almost ran straight into Grendor in your hurry to exit your house. “Where's the doctor?” You asked, running a step behind the blacksmith as he grabbed your hand and sprinted for the smithy.

“The Lord's daughter is sick.” Grendor spat. Anger pouring from every pore of his body. “She has a sniffle, apparently. Please! I don't know how bad it is.”

You were no doctor. But until the estate's healer was free, you were the next best thing to keep someone from dying or losing a limb.

You were somewhat aware that The Knight was on your tail. Three steps behind, easily keeping pace with the two of you until you reached the blacksmith. Like your home, the blacksmith was near the edge of the property. Needing alot of space for their ever expanding workstations, the blacksmiths had taken up residence just behind the property boundaries. And with their distance from most of the other staff, came the independence of the pair doing everything themselves. Including changing the wheels on a rickety old wagon with just the two of them…and said wagon collapsing while one was still underneath.

Howard was thankfully conscious, but somehow had knocked his head against the wagon and got himself half stuck beneath the fallen vehicle. “I told you we should have waited for help.” Grendor huffed, kneeling down beside his husband as you took up his other side.

Howard, despite having a heavy weight crushing his legs and a pretty bad gash on his forehead, chuckled. “And I told you it would have taken all day before someone came.”

“It didn’t take (Y/N) all day to get here.” Grendor snapped. His worry creased his handsome face. “Annie went to get help to lift the-”

“Can you get it off him?” You asked The Knight. “Please. Just enough to get him out from under it.”

The Knight nodded- a response!- and stepped up next to the wagon. You instructed Grendor to take one of Howards arms and together you dragged Howard out of harm's way once The Knight lifted the giant wooden structure off the ground. Like the beam, they made it look so easy!

Even Grendor stared as The Knight lowered the wagon back onto the ground. Carefully, as if the vehicle was made of glass. “And, uh, who’s your friend?” Howard asked through a pained groan. “They just made a five man job look easy.”

“It’s a bit of a story.” You said, busying yourself with Howard’s injuries. They were cut up and red with swelling. You estimated the left leg was broken while the right would need rest and a few stitches for the deeper scratches. There was also the cut on his head. Which was deep enough to also require stitches. But thankfully there was no sign of a concussion. Just alot of pain.

“Only you could do that much damage headbutting a flat surface.” Grendor chortled. Rewarded with a wry smile from his husband while you prepared a salve to ease his pain. You'd need to keep him comfortable and stave off infection while you waited for the doctor.

“Well, if you had told me your grip was slipping…” Howard mumbled bitterly but there was no directed anger. “We only needed to move it a few metres to the workshop.”

“I did tell you! But you were just being stub- oh, friend! You don't have to do that.” You looked up from Howard’s forehead to look over at The Knight, who had lifted the wagon again, keeping the side without a wheel off the ground and began rolling it into the large open area of the forge. The vehicle creaked and groaned. But The Knight's fingers didn't slip or their strength falter. And under The Knight’s careful guidance, the vehicle settled in the workshop without any further hassle. You shrugged your shoulders when Howard glanced at you.

“He’s the helpful type.” You offered as an explanation. Returning to dabbing Howard's skin clean with a rag.

“We need more help like that around here.” Howard said. Watching The Knight curiously. “Is he for hire?”

The Knight returned to your side and gave no answer to Howard’s question. “They don't speak.” You explained. “But I don't think they'll be able to stay long. Cheerful Captain Asshole has given them a night before expecting them to leave.”

Howard scoffed a laugh. Wincing under the cooling sludge that now caked his skin. “You know what overrides an asshole’s authority?” You shrugged. “My money. You there, Knight, want a job? Now that I'm a leg down, we'll need another set of hands for the heavy lifting. I ain't a wealthy Smith, but I'll pay you fair. Unless you're moving on after getting the Captain’s cold shoulder.”

You looked up at The Knight, expecting the usual. But after a glance at you, The Knight dipped their visor in a shallow nod. You faked insult at the almost immediate response. “Wow. He gets a nod, but I barely get a look?” You asked heatedly. The Knight didn't reply.

Howard beamed. “Excellent! Grendor will have some jobs for you now, if you're not busy helping y/n.” You shook your head, smiling up at The Knight to show you were just joking about your hurt.

“I don't need help with anything today.” You found yourself saying. As if The Knight was under your pay.

The Knight tipped their helm in a small bow before following Grendor towards the forge. Who put them to work by moving large crates and chunks of metal out of the way of the workspace circling the wagon.

“Got yourself a loyal hound, it seems.” Howard grunted in amusement. You rolled your eyes, shuffling around his legs to start cutting away the material and applying more salve to his wounds. “Don't seem human, though.”

Howard's words made you pause. You had come to that conclusion last night. The way The Knight moved seemed too graceful for a person in heavy armor. The strength they possessed and their uncanny ability to stand like a statue for long periods of time; all of it seemed too inhuman. And that damn whispering….the emotions that weren't your own…it shook you to your core thinking about it.

Something in your eyes must have revealed to Howard you thought the same. He offered you a small smile. “I ain't worried about it. A hard worker is a hard worker no matter the origins. Though…makes me more curious to see under that helmet, though.”

You too. But you kept that to yourself.

Not too long, the doctor came flying out of the mansion. Sprinting down the hill towards the smithy. Flanked by her two assistants who carried her massive bags of tools and supplies. The Doctor looked utterly furious when she neared. And you knew right away that whatever sniffle the Lord's daughter had, was not severe enough to warrant keeping the Doctor from Howard.

Behind them was the Captain and an unnecessary number of his guards. Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the Captain’s gaze sour upon spotting The Knight inside the smith's forge. A giant, who had to bend their shoulders to fit inside the workshop, wasn't hard to miss.

“I thought I gave you till dawn to leave.” The Captain sneered when he neared. He made a show of blocking the forge doorway. Hands on his hips, nearly smirking at The Knight as if he just caught them doing something unlawful. Grandor glared at him. Clearly positioning himself between the Captain and his new employee. But The Knight merely carried on with their work of moving boxes. Completely ignoring the Captain's presence. Which fanned the man's anger and you hurried over to redirect his next words- but Howard beat you to it.

“Don't you dare interrupt my worker, Nathan.” The blacksmith snarled. Now being eased onto a cotton stretcher by the Doctor’s assistants. “He's helping Grendor until my leg is better.”

The rage that burned through the Captain's expression felt hotter than the forge. “You hired them?”

“Yes.” Howard said, lifting his chin as if daring the other man to challenge him. “With proper coin and jobs too. I'll need him around until I can walk again.”

“Which won't be for at least a week.” The doctor said, her hands inspected each leg with practiced care. “You didn't break anything but there's some serious damage. That means lots of bed rest and no heavy lifting.”

“You hear that tinman?” Grendor grinned up at The Knight, who had paused beside him, awaiting another job. “You're hired for at least another week. So, if you see Howard doing something, you tattle to me. Got it?” You couldn't help but smile when The Knight nodded down at Grendor and then proceeded to follow his next instructions. Still completely ignoring the Captain.

The man was grinding his teeth so hard you could hear his jaw creak under the pressure. His fiery gaze swung to you. “You're responsible for them. Anything untoward-”

“They're harmless!” You spat back with just as much frustration. “You're being unreasonable. And frankly, childish. The Knight is under my watch and care and I vouch for them. Now back off.”

The Captain’s cheeks bloomed with a deep rosy hue and he stepped towards you, his presence towering over you- but a particular creak of metal turned his attention away from you. The Knight had stepped out of the workshop and was now standing at their full height in the shadow of the forge. Their visor was tilted down and the way the slit was carved, it almost looked like The Knight was baring teeth. The very shadows bent inwards towards the metal snarl…a red hue danced beneath the helmet.

The Captain bristled and the color on his face faded “They have a week.”

“They have however long they want.” You hissed back. Tearing your eyes off the twisting image in the forge.

You released a long breath and Grendor laughed heartily from beside the forge. His arms straining against the bellows, producing a bright red glow behind The Knight.

Was that a trick of light or am I losing my mind? You wondered as The Knight returned to the workshop…looking completely normal. “You, Knight, better watch yourself. Puffing up your chest like that is how fights start.”

You tried not to grin too widely.

Their visor glanced over you once before taking over the bellows from Grendor.

No one else seemed to see what just transpired. The teeth…the twisting shadows…did no one else feel that hunger?

A yelp from Howard scattered your thoughts and you returned to Howard’s side. Staying with him while the doctor stitched him up and wrapped the worst of his legs in bandages. The doctor gave instructions to Howard to rest the leg, but it was you she gave the medical advice too. “Just in case the noble family gets another sniffle and I can't get here for a while.” The Doctor said with a little more venom than your use to hearing from such a nice woman.

The daughter must have really pricked at her last nerve.

“I also give you permission to chain him to the bed if he gets too restless.” The doctor joked, winking. “I know how blacksmiths are.”

Howard waved off the woman's pointed stare. “I know better than to push myself. Anyway, my husband will divorce me if I don't listen to you doctors. He's already on my ass because of my blood pressure.”

“As he should!” The doctor huffed and you left the two to bicker, sneaking away to the forge where The Knight was still at the bellows. Their metal visor gleamed above the white hot coals. Hellfire illuminated the colossus of steel in a warm glow, with sparks dancing around their broad figure. The carvings on their armor deepened, appearing to writhe amd slither in the dancing light. Their arm pumped the giant bellows in slow rhythmic thrusts. The other rested against the wall, bracing their weight away from the heat.

Gods, what type of muscle was beneath that armour?

“That’s enough, big guy!” Grendor's voice shattered the illusion that had you trapped. And you sheepishly smiled when Grendor noticed you standing by the door. “Ah, hey y/n! How's my man?”

“He's arguing with the doctor.” You said, stepping into the workshop to steal a seat on one of the empty stools. “Are you behaving yourself?” You directed the joking question at The Knight. Who had moved to stand by your side now they didn't have a job. They were slouched to save their helmet from knocking against the roof. Somewhat looming over you and tipping their chin in a nod.

At least they're getting comfortable enough to answer me. You thought.

“They're a Godsend, honestly.” Grendor laughed. He opened his arms and gestured to the workshop. Which looked much more organised and cleaner than it did when you arrived. “All those heavy crates? Gone. Metal scrap? Organized! That's been a job on our list for the past three months. And Hercules here did it in five minutes!” You watched as Grendor moved about the forge with a skip in his step. A deliberate one. To showcase how much room he now had to move around the workshop without tripping over anything.

“It looks alot better.” You agreed. But you honestly never ventured in here. And you did recall because it had been so cluttered you knew you'd stub your toe on something. “I'm about to head back, did you want me to bring you anything while Howard rests?”

Grendor shook his head, throwing a chunk of metal into the forge to melt. “Nah, we're good. Take your guardian with you too. I don't actually need much help today. You would just be standing around, I'm sorry to say.” Grendor said to The Knight. “But come back tomorrow and I'll have loads for you to do.” The Knight nodded and waited for you to leave the shop before shuffling out after you. With a promise of returning tomorrow to check on Howard, you said farewell to the blacksmiths and headed back towards home.

“I'll need to visit the washhouse.” You thought out loud. Having dove to help Howard, your pajama legs and hands were dirtied from the morning dew and mud. You were sure you could snag a fresh uniform to wear until you got home.

You glanced over your shoulder to your companion. Three steps behind you. Silent as ever. “Do you need to wash? There's…one for men or for women…” You still hadn't discovered if The Knight went by any particular pronouns. Or if they went by any set gender. “I'm sorry if I've been misgendering you. I automatically went to ‘they-them’ since, well, you're all metal.”

The Knight followed dutifully towards the washhouse, giving no answer. You found two familiar women were currently outside. Wet hair bundled up under a towel and their clothes hastily put on, a wash-house robe wrapped around each of them. “Oh! When I catch that little prick, he won't have a prick any longer.” One lady hissed angrily. Her face beet red. A younger woman was roaming about the gardens that circled the enclosed baths. Looking just as irritated. The windows of the houses were frosted to prevent anyone from peeking in, but something about this situation told you someone had found a way to do so.

“Trouble?” You asked as you and The Knight approached, almost startling the two women. The older lass, Carol, sighed so heavily her plump breasts almost escaped her robe.

“That little bastard son, Donny,” Carol spat through a clenched jaw. “Amy here spotted him peeking through a little hole in the wall.”

“Looks like he scraped away at the mortar until he got a spot open.” Amy said, wiping leaves and small twigs off her robe. “I filled it with mud for now but we'll definitely need someone to fix it. Until then, I'm not using the washrooms. Little fucker.”

You bit your lip and looked up at The Knight. And you felt a small thrill run through you when their visor turned down to you, as if addressing your staring. “Would you mind standing guard while we bathe?” You asked. “Donny's harmless, but that type of behaviour is not ok. Could you keep a look out for any little creepers for us?” Beside you, the two women visibly relaxed when The Knight bowed gently at the waist. Accepting the task.

“I will feel much better knowing you're out here.” Carol sighed, giving your companion a smile. “If you do see Donny lurking about, you have my permission to scare the life out of him. No harm, though. Unfortunately, he is the second in command's son.”

“Which is why he's gotten away with everything but murder around here.” Amy muttered bitterly and led the way into the washhouse. You stalled long enough to ensure The Knight was fine with their task. They seemed to be excited by the duty, taking a position by the gardens but next to the door. Their visor scanned the street before they would swoop their gaze around to inspect the gardens.

A proper guard duty for an idle knight.

You tried not to let the image of you being The Knight's royal charge get to your head. But The Knight's attentiveness was making you feel giddy.

You joined the other ladies in the baths. One of the wash-maids came to take your clothes. Poking fun at the mess you already were before breakfast. You stripped down to your naked bosom and sank low into the hot water. Amy had already filled the steaming water with a sweet smelling fragrance, which you eagerly started rubbing along your dirtied arms and knees.

“You and your friend have caused quite a stir.” Carol chirped from her seat on the side of the wide stone baths. “Heard about Howard, poor thing. But Maren has the drunkards absolutely whipped into thinking that knight is a bad omen.”

“They're harmless.” You grinned. Finding great amusement that the old tavern keeper was twisting a simple visiting stranger into something more. “They're just sticking around until Howard can return to the forge.” Or so you suspected. Honestly, you had no idea what this knight was doing hanging around for as long as they did.

“That's sweet of them.” Amy sighed as she slipped into the water. Humming contently while washing out her hair, which started to soap the water from her shampoo. “Captain Sourface stormed back into town so red I thought he was going to explode. Obviously, that was your doing?”

“The Knight doesn't speak.” You explained with a nod. “They haven't answered any of the Captain's questions. So, he's of course suspicious that they're here to do harm. And…between you and me, I think The Knight is deliberately ignoring him. I don't think they like him.”

“Who does?” Carol snorted. “Intriguing though, that your friend doesn't speak. Deliberately? Or another reason?”

“No idea, honestly.” You shrugged. Splashing water onto your face to clean the morning grime. “I only met them yesterday and they escorted me back on their own accord. They didn't speak then and they haven't spoken since. They follow me around alot, though. No idea what that's about.”

“Could just be looking for a purpose.” It was Amy's turn to shrug. “Might not even be Human. I've heard of ancient constructs coming to life and obeying orders from the first person they see.”

You nodded, seeing sense in her logic. But you were doubtful The Knight was a construct. “They're too quiet. Unnaturally quiet. And still. I was thinking of some sort of beast. But I have no idea what creature would wear armor like that. And they're smart enough to understand Common.”

“Some things are more fun left unsolved.” Carol said, but she then grinned. “However, if you do ever get a glimpse under that helmet, pass on the information to a nosey old girl?” You laughed and nodded, promising to share anything you learn about your companion.

The three of you chatted about mundane topics while you bathed and washed your hair. Amy still watched the spot where Donny had scratched away a hole in the wall. But according to them, you'd be able to spot if he was peeking through it again. The light had caught their attention. A tiny sliver of sunlight through a hole barely large enough for Donny to peer through. Anger surged through you at the thought. Barely turning eighteen and the bastard is as smug as an arrogant nobleman. All because his daddy was second in command to the Lord’s barracks. The young man has been a problem for most of his life; stealing things, a few arson attempts and outright aggression towards other members of the estate. But since his father could wipe away any charges, the kid grew up to be a right little prick.

“You know what, it's kind of nice having that knight outside.” Amy hummed with a smile. “Makes me feel like a proper princess while someone is guarding the door.” You grinned, inwardly agreeing but you refused the fantasy giddiness to show on your face. “I hope they stay. This has been the safest I've felt while bathing in a long time.”

You openly agreed to that. It was a relief to know that no one unwanted was going to “accidentally” wander in on the baths. It has happened too many times in this place for these folk to call themselves decent people. You were about to say something when loud cursing erupted outside. And a tidal wave of curses echoed through the walls of the bathhouse, startling all three of you into throwing robes around yourself and hurrying outside.

You ran out onto the street to a very complicated scene. Donny was currently being held up by the scruff of his shirt by The Knight. Kicking and cursing the armoured person with a mortified expression. The Knight, impassive to the assault of boots to their ribs and chest, held the flailing young man with immoveable strength.

“Hold on! Don't hurt the poor knight.” Carol shouted through a laughing fit, walking up to Donny's spinning boots. “You deserve being treated like a misbehaving kitten. Look at you! Acting like a right little criminal.”

“I didn't do anything!” Donny howled. “I was just picking some flowers.”

You joined Amy in glaring up at the man. More people were gathering now. Staff and even some of the Lord's guests. Who were gathering by the shade of the nearby trees. Watching on in amusement.

“You were trying to spy again!” Amy huffed loudly enough that everyone heard. “We caught you red handed, Donny. There's no way you can wriggle out of this one.”

“I didn't do anything!” Donny wailed. Sounding more like a child than a young man. “This brute grabbed me without reason! Let me down!” You felt a little smug that The Knight did not release him and instead looked at you. As if waiting for your command.

A ripple of disgust mingled with your anger. A disdain directed towards Donny's disrespectful actions.

You counted to four before nodding up at them. “Let them go.” The Knight's fingers released the shirt and Donny crumbled like a sack of potatoes at your feet. He quickly stood and dusted himself off. Looking wild, he turned to you.

“That's assault, that is. Your metal giant will get thrown out for what it just did to me.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I'm pretty sure perving on us bathing is a good enough excuse to be detained like you were. Can't wait for the Lord to hear about this.”

Like a cold bucket of water over an inferno, Donny's anger vanished beneath the threat. Donny may be a problem, but the last time he caused issues for the Lord of the Estate, he had been banished to the dungeons. Even his daddy couldn't save him from the Lord's wrath.

“No-no, I'm sorry. Alright.” Donny sputtered. About to say something else, but movement down the street made his eyes widenen. His father and the Captain were hurrying over.

Damn, The Captain really has nothing better to do today.

“Please, don't tell Father. He'll have me whipped.” Donny begged. Eyes ping-ponging between you and his father.

“Rightfully so.” Amy hissed but Carol lifted a hand to silence her. A wicked smile lining her aging face.

“Hold on. We'll keep our silence, if you promise not to spy any longer and help out in the kitchens for the month.” Donny's eyes blazed with anger, but one glance at his incoming parent full of rage and concern, had any refusal vanishing.

“Fine!” Donny almost snarled and then turned to the two men with a shaky smile. “F-Father, all's well here.”

“I doubt it.” His Father grunted, eyeing The Knight suspiciously. “What happened?”

“I just came to meet the newcomer.” Donny smiled and you hated how he lied so easily. Even those closer, who had heard what happened, kept quiet, but didn't share the boy's laughing tone. “Look at them! They're massive!”

“They're trouble is what they are.” The Captain said. Then directed his attention solely on The Knight. “I thought you were meant to be helping out the smith's.”

“Grendor gave him leave until to-”

“I wasn't talking to you.” The Captain barked so suddenly that you startled.

The Knight flinched beside you and you found them standing closer than they had been previously. It had been so quick that you were sure no one else noticed.

“The Knight doesn't talk!” Amy snapped back. “Don't yell at y/n when they're trying to keep the peace here.”

More people were gathering. Brought in by the commotion and now, you quickly realized, your companion. You forgot that not all travellers were behemoths. Or knights for that matter. They were quite a sight for the people of this estate.

“I've known men like this one.” The Captain huffed. “The quiet ones are always trouble.” You highly doubted this man knew anyone that was worth mentioning, but you kept your thoughts to yourself. Instead, you touched The Knight's arm, that quiet humming filling your body with a gentle vibration, and gave The Knight a little push. Forcing them to start walking away.

“Is that why no one worries about you, Captain?” You asked over your shoulder. You didn't acknowledge the roll of laughter from the noble onlookers, you just hurried The Knight away. Despite you walking through the estate in only a robe, you led the way back to your home as quickly as you could. You had to hide your visitor until the Captain cooled off. Or else there'd be trouble for sure.

“I'm sorry, this isn't the best welcome to the estate.” You sighed, leaving The Knight in your workshop while you went and changed into some clothes. “The people here are lovely, I promise. It's just The Captain hates anyone-”

You stalled part way removing your robe, half hanging around your waist, exposing your breasts to the air before quickly covering them. The Knight had followed you into the house. As quiet as a cat, about to enter the room, until your robe fell away from your shoulders. It was the creak of metal that startled you. A flush of heat slammed against your back and you whipped around just in time to see The Knight spin so their back was to you.

Your body flushed with embarrassment. And you wrangled your anger under control. Sighing through your teeth, you ensured your body was covered before clearing your throat and saying, “Alright. No more games and you better answer me. What do you want?”

The Knight didn't turn around right away. That simmering warmth had cooled into an air of intrigue. A feeling you heavily ignored. The stretch of silence felt like they were contemplating your question before facing you. Their visor tilted to meet your gaze and something gentle wrapped around you…beneath the robe, along your cooled skin. Unseen, but you felt an invisible brushing touch tickle along your entire being. You jerked back, eyes widening and you clutched your robe tighter against your body.

“So that is you that I'm feeling!” You almost shouted. Relief washing through you. “By the Gods, I thought I was going mad! I've been feeling all these weird things all day. How are you doing that?”

No answer. Other than a sheepish tilt of the head. Now that you knew where these sensations were coming from, reading The Knight was so much easier. “Right. OK. Back to my original question, what do you want?”

Purpose.

The feeling burst through you like a firework and you gulped down the sudden rush of unease. “Purpose…like a job?”

No answer.

Maybe you're not asking the right questions…that's why you're not getting an answer. You muddled with your thoughts until you decided on another question. “What type of purpose?”

Protect

Serve

Duty

Each word burst through your head like a headache. However every one left a lingering warmth that soothed the discomfort immediately. “OK…you want to serve someone.”

A nod. Alright! You were getting somewhere!

“Is that why you're following me around?” You asked and The Knight nodded. “You want to serve me?” Another nod. “I'm…I'm not exactly serving worthy. I pick plants and make medicinal things. The Lord of the Estate is probably a better option.”

No reply. But an air of determination swirled around your guest. You somehow knew anything you said would do nothing to dissuade The Knight from wanting this apparent purpose. You sighed and shook your head. “Alright. I guess…you're my knight.”

A colorful shimmer rushed over The Knight, like a shift of light rippling over a stained glass window.

How did you never notice how colorful they were before? “You'll still need to help Grendor out for the week. But I'll make room for you to have your own bed.” The Knight glanced around behind them, then to you and you had a sinking feeling that their shifted position to stand outside your door was them announcing where they would stay at night.

“I'm a herbalist!” You exclaimed at The Knight's rigid back. “I don't need a guard dog.”

Apparently, The Knight thought you did.

The rest of the day passed with you tending to your chores around the house. Adjusting to the new watchful presence now invading every room you entered. You used your fresh produce from the ruins to make new balms and teas. Having The Knight run packages for you to certain persons around the estate. Each with little notes explaining The Knight’s appearance and that they were now your assistant…and loyal protector.

The Knight revealed to be quite the delivery person. They followed directions acutely and ran packages more quickly than you ever could. You also found out they were a one task mind. Nothing distracted them from completing the job you gave them. Carol had attempted to greet them but The Knight had breezed past without taking notice.

“Thought they were being a right little rude prick.” Carol had chortled that afternoon, joining you for tea in your small garden. The Knight stood like a statue behind you. Silent as ever.

“They've made my duties here ten times easier.” You said gleefully. “I was a bit unsure about having them stay…but now, I don't think I could let them go.”

“Only a day and they've changed your mind?” Carol chuckled, turning her next words to The Knight. “You did good in impressing them. But now you need to ensure they stay impressed to keep you long term.” That pulse of determination rushed through you and you watched Carol to see if she felt it too. She only sipped her tea and moved on to other topics of conversation.

A routine slipped easily into place. Much easier than you thought with a massive guest guarding your room every night. You woke and made breakfast for the both of you, which you gave The Knight a moment of privacy to eat their portion. You didn't push them to reveal themselves. It felt disrespectful when they never offered and did what they could to ensure you never had a glimpse. Then The Knight would spend the morning at the smithy. Helping Grendor where they could and even coming to fetch you if Howard needed aid.

Then, around midday, Carol and Amy would fetch you for a bath. Bringing your new protector along to ensure no unwanted visitors happened to wander in. You found more women of the estate bathed at this time now. Seeming to feel safe with a sentry outside. Donny never tried to peek a look again. And even delivered another apology after his third day in the kitchens. Being sent to you by the chefs after he complained about his hands for the hundredth time.

“My hands are raw from peeling vegetables.” He grumbled that visit. Eyeing The Knight warily while you placed a balm on the blisters scarring his palms. “So…that thing is staying?”

“They're staying, yes.” You corrected him. “They're my guest. For lodging and food, they keep trouble off my doorstep.”

“But you're just a herbalist.” Donny said and you chose to ignore it. Even The Captain backed off after the fourth day, finding no real reason to kick The Knight out. But you knew their silence still had him raging every time they passed by. Untouchable now that half the estate staff relied on them for various things.

Even the estate lord had nothing to say about the newcomer. You guessed he was happy to have a presence like The Knight behind his walls. Either way, after the fifth day, The Knight was a part of the estate as anyone else.

Slipping into daily life as if they belonged.

The sixth day, The Knight was on their way out when you noticed a smudge on their visor. It looked like dirt. Something you rarely see on the armour nowadays. Grendor polished The Knight's attire as a thank you. Finding it both amusing and annoying that The Knight didn't “drop the brooding mysterious act for an hour so the armour could be taken off for cleaning”.

You called them back and had them kneel so you could inspect the grime. “How did you manage to do that?” You asked with a laugh. “Your face is so far from the ground!” You lifted a hand and wiped your thumb over the mark- and the room filled with a vibration that shook your very core. You startled, but the sensation wasn't negative. In fact, it felt almost wanting…

The Knight had melted into your palm. Leaning so heavily into your hand that you had to use a bit of strength to keep them from falling into you. “Aw, do you like that?” You asked. Grinning when the Knight nodded, relaxing further when you grazed your fingers along the jawline of their helm. You had suspected that the armour wasn't just iron and leather. But now with your fingers gently pressing against them, what you thought would be hard steel, was in fact giving way under your touch. And the surface wasn't smooth, either. You felt the tiniest bumps tickle against your touch, vibrating with that soundless sensation.

Wanting…

You dragged your knuckles along the Knight's cheek, tilting their helm in a way that allowed you to meet their obscured gaze. “You've been awfully good this past week. If you want, I can do this for you this afternoon. A little thank you for all your hard work around here.”

That wanting turned to eagerness. A need to do whatever it took to feel your touch again. They'd carry as many boxes as they needed to if it meant being rewarded by you.

There was also an underlining reproach in the sensation. They didn't do this for rewards. They did this because you asked. Their purpose.

You slid your hands from their helm and The Knight tried to follow your hand, but caught themselves, shaking their head as if coming out of a daze “This afternoon after dinner.” You promised.

And you did. When the plates were cleaned and the fire roared to keep the winter chill at bay, you motioned for The Knight to you. They kneeled in front of you, slouching just enough so your hands didn't have to raise up too much to touch them. And they melted under your fingers. Like a cat pressing against your hand, they tilted their helm in certain ways so your nails tickled over favoured spots. Under the chin, where the visor met the helmet involuntarily caused The Knight to lift their head and push against your palm.

Along the jawline caused a tremor to ripple through their armour. A strange sensation to see happen to steel and chainmail. But everytime your knuckles grazed delicately along their cheeks, the room filled with a soft soundless vibration.

Their one-knee position soon collapsed to The Knight fully at your mercy, resting heavily on their boots as they reveled in your tender attention.

“You're a wonderful being.” You almost whispered. Not wanting to break this cozy silence. “You've been so good for me. I should have done this for you sooner. You deserve a little treat for all your hard work.”

A heated pressure bloomed around you both and The Knight sagged further into your lap. Their arms hung limp by their sides, respectfully keeping their hands away from you. They weren't worthy. They didn't deserve your warmth until you asked.

You bit your lip. A swirling buttery feeling swelled in your chest and you dared to tilt the helmet back, just enough that your gaze leveled with theirs, and very gently pressed your lips to the warm visor.

An eruption of goosebumps swept along your body as the very air in the room thundered with The Knight's elation. You laughed softly. Keeping your voice quiet as you traced the carved lines on the armour down The Knight's neck, then tickled your fingers along their shoulders before trailing lazily back to cup their cheek.

“You like that?” You asked and The Knight nodded earnestly. It's the fastest you've ever seen them respond to your words before.

You rewarded them with another kiss. This time brushing your lips just above the visor and the warmth against your palms turned volcanic. “Oh, you really like that.” You teased. “Well, good knight's get all the attention. Continue to be sweet and I'll continue to do this every night for you. Would you like that?”

Seven feet of armour shook with the anticipation of more attention. And it became part of your routine before retiring for bed. You would sit by the fire and trail patterns over The Knight's armour. Following the carved lines or changes in metal until your loyal guest was crushing you against the chair. They folded so quickly. Melting into your lap until your skin blazed hot with their heated shell and left imprints of their armour on your thighs. The house shimmered with a light you couldn't directly look at. But your peripheral vision bloomed with beautiful shards of starlight. It would brighten and dim depending on where you touch them.

One evening, the winter night brought such a chill that even the fire didn't stave off the cold. You retreated to your bedroom to stoke the coals to life. It was easier to warm a smaller room than fight the cold in the rest of the house. That's at least what you told yourself.

Your companion waited impatiently by the door. Hesitant to enter your sacred space.

You couldn't help but smirk at their reluctance. Not without your order would they venture across the threshold to your little bedroom. And that night, you called them over. Sitting on the edge of your bed awaiting The Knight's approach. The first step into your room was like a sinner stepping into a church. Uncertain and filled with awe, The Knight knelt by your legs and the soundless ripple filled the room.

“Come here.’ You purred, tugging their massive arms to settle around your waist. A startled shimmer ran over them. But they very quickly settled into the blanket, their fingers laying flat on the quilt. Staying their eager palms away from you. You smiled and pressed a kiss to their visor. Right where their mouth would be and whispered against the metal, “I give you permission to touch me, My Knight. It's OK. Go ahead.”

Surprise. Bafflement. Absolute elation. Emotions swirled through the room like a swarm. And you bit your lip as their warm gloved fingers caressed along your hips. With the new gloves from Grendor, their touch was no longer scratchy, but supple and smooth. And with restrained eagerness, The Knight stroked their palms down along your thighs.

Your stomach swam with nervousness. Not an anxious type of feeling, but one full keen tension.

The Knight looked up at you and you met their nervous gaze with a smile. “It's alright. It feels nice. I'll tell you if you go too far.”

The Knight shivered and their hands squeezed your hips. Feeling the way your soft waist molded under their strong fingers. You hummed some encouragement, your own fingers continuing to trace their neck and shoulders. Leaving The Knight to freely watch where their hands trailed along your body. Your breath hitched when their massive hands wrapped around your soft middle. They seemed to like how warm you felt…how silky you were against their touch.

And then they surprised you by venturing further and soon your breasts were encased by their gloves. You knew it was an innocent, curious, touch by the way they moved on just as quickly. They rolled the delicate mounds twice against their hands before roaming down along your stomach and then to your thighs again. Where they kept their fingers busy by massaging the squished muscle there.

You found yourself breathless by the time their arms settled around your waist again. And when The Knight glanced up at you, checking if they were still allowed to explore, you kissed the visor again. Harder this time, as if you were begging the metal to let your tongue explore behind the steel.

Volcanic heat erupted against your skin and you laughed, gasping lungfuls of hot air as the pressure in the room made your ears ring. “Could you do something for me?”

Anything. They'd do anything you asked in this moment.

“Your fingers…could you slide them between my legs?” You knew what you were asking was bold. But your core ached to be touched and The Knight had made it clear that you were their purpose…they wanted to please you. Be ordered by you.

The Knight nodded and their right hand tenderly slipped between your legs as you opened your thighs for them. Your sleepwear was soaked and The Knight dutifully slipped further until you told them to stop. “Right there. Arch your fingers against me.” You told them and when their gloved digits pressed against your pulsing heat, you twisted your hips and moaned loudly at the friction. “Just like that…keep them there…”

The Knight wasn't going anywhere…they would happily stay locked like this, kneeling between your legs, until the world collapsed around them. Their purpose…their duty to please…

You arched your back, gripping their shoulders to steady yourself as you ground down on their fingers. It wasn't enough. You needed more.

Through your lashes, eyes half hooded with lust, you hooked The Knight's chin and dragged them closer. Your lips crashed with the helmet and you pressed your chest against theirs. Heat surrounded you in an inferno of excitement.

Then you felt it…that sliver of fire brush against your chin and you chased it with your mouth. Surprise wriggled against your chest as you sucked the tendril into the kiss. It tried to squirm away, shame and mortification swelling against your hands;

“Don't.” You almost growled against the length. You wrapped your arms better around The Knight, staring deep into the darkness behind the visor. “I want to feel you. You want to please me?” The Knight nodded and you glanced down at where the visor met the helmet. A tentacle slipped further out from beneath the metal. It was smooth against your lips. It was a beautiful shade of green. Green moss against a dark oaken tree. The tip was sharp but soft against your tongue when you suckled it into your mouth.

The Knight shook under your arms. Their fingers quaking against your clothed heat and you pressed down until you felt their fingertips shake against your clit.

“You feel that?” You asked, moving your hips until The Knight began to circle your clit on their own. “Yes…Yes, like that. Keep doing exactly that.”

Pleasure burst through you. Your toes curled and your thighs clenched around The Knight’s arms. The tentacle grew confident and soon your mouth was ravaged by a thick appendage. Your tongue wrestled with theirs in a kiss so hungry The Knight started buckling under your touch.

Impatient for release, you stood and shoved off your undergarments and sat directly onto The Knight’s fingers. You sank smoothly along their digits and a following euphoria washed through The Knight as your velvety walls welcomed them.

You smirked and despite your want for release, you squeezed and The Knight nearly collapsed against your lap. “You're doing so good.” You purred against the top of their head. Rolling your hips slowly, greedily pressing your clit against their forearm. Which swelled and moved beneath you like the tentacle that had just invaded your lips. “My sweet knight…treating me so well tonight. Would you like a taste?” The Knight didn't answer…couldn't answer…their fingers shifted inside you so carefully you barely felt the leather brush against your walls.

Aching, but buzzing with a thrilling confidence you guided The Knight’s hand out from between your legs and held it in front of their visor. “Go on…have a taste…”

Eager to obey, a squirming mass of tentacles slipped out from beneath the visor and wrapped around The Knight’s fingers. The room shivered around you. A welcoming warmth wrapped around your body and you sighed a deep breath of The Knight’s pleasured reaction.

They wanted more. You've given them a taste of paradise and now they want that nectar of bliss between your thighs. But you've given them so much already. They would be lucky enough for just this taste for the rest of their existence.

You pressed another kiss against their visor, welcoming the feathery touches of their touch, and tugged their head down to your lap. “You may taste…but slowly.”

The room started to spin around you. A whirling of colors and shapes blurred together, leaving only The Knight and you in a vortex of heated tension. You smiled and leaned back on your hands, bracing yourself so your hips were angled up, revealing your dripping entirety to The Knight. Their tentacles squirmed and writhed against their visor. As if trying to escape their confining shell to get to you more quickly. And then the many velvety tips slipped between your folds and your head rolled back with a guttural moan of ecstasy flying from your lips. You felt the tentacles prod and flick against your warmed skin. One immediately sought after your clit. Pressing eagerly against it and coiling around it just as their fingers had done. The others, especially the largest, slipped between your legs and darted to where the ache was worse.

You hissed and pushed their head back, tentacles dripping with your wetness flailed in the air in despair. “I said slowly.” You tsked, scraping your knuckles against their jaw teasingly. “Or do I need to put an end to this?”

The Knight's tendrils coiled in on themselves, as if pleading for a second chance. You cooed softly and readjusted yourself so your legs swooped over The Knight's shoulders and you were laying against the bed. The Knight hooked their arms under your hips and trapped themselves against your core. Their touches were cautious this time. Exploring your entire centre with slow, careful brushes of their velvet tips. You sighed and melted into the bed. Moaning softly into the dimly lit room as The Knight feasted on your slick cunt. The thicker appendage slipped into you at such a tortuous pace you rewarded The Knight by squeezing around it. Your lover shivered and you felt their weight collapse on top of your waist as they were overcome with pleasure.

Everytime the tentacle pulled out, only to slide bit by bit back into your soft embrace, you rolled your hips and squeezed. And every time, The Knight's feasting faulted, their many tongue-like limbs quivering, before the pleasure passed and they returned to their duty.

It didn't take long for your climax to build. The heat and weight of The Knight, their attentive exploring and tender ploughing; twisted your core until you were panting for release. You murmured sweet nothings, encouraging The Knight to quicken their pace, praising them as your pussy was pounded ruthlessly by the engorged tentacle- and then something thick poured into you and The Knight stiffened between your legs. You cried out as the tentacles thrashed against your clit and your walls clenched down on the fat tentacle, fluttering, welcoming the gel like heat that flooded your core.

You felt it fill you until the liquid seeped out from between your thighs. The sound of squelching sex filled the room as The Knight rutted their limb as deep as your body allowed.

“Oh my…” You gasped, panting hard, squirming beneath you giant lover. “What did you…”

The Knight didn't answer. And you somehow knew you wouldn't get one out of them until they removed their helm from your thighs. The visor dripped with your shared pleasure. The engorged tentacle swiped greedily along the metal face, soaking up every drop of your wetness until the steel gleamed with your slick.

“My Knight, you did very well.” You purred, sitting up so you could draw The Knight into a kiss that had you gagging on the tentacle. “I want this every night.” You told them. “That's your duty to me. Protect me. Serve me. And I'll reward you with this every night.”

The Knight pulsed with determination and the tentacle slithered back into their helm. A shimmer of anticipation washing through the air.

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tags: @tex-pleasure-palace

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[magekrove]

death kiss

i`ve decided to change emmrich design to its final ver after all

[finnfrei]

Jokes on me, apparently I can find patience to render a dragonborn when it’s him. Send help.

[reh-hateshumans]

i am a monster fucker, monster lover, monster cuddler, monster protector, monster romancer, monster admirer, monster devotee, monster supporter

[archmagerykarr]

Broke in to break you in.

[pixiexbites]

minotaur costumes from the lion, the witch and the wardrobe

[sluggy-dude]

There is something extremely hot about a big beefy and intimidating looking monster that’s absolutely getting railed by someone who isn’t, and they are taking it looking blissed out while grunting and moaning

[kroganloveinterest-deactivated2]

need him back in my life

[locusustus]

[kuraudi-sama]

Garrus Vakarian dessiner par @lirhyapetitpain

[dataheights]

[demitsorou]

Ix wishes you a happy pride!

Ix is a Cyzard and belongs to @mugbearerscorner

[write-it-motherfuckers]

For the past 6 weeks, you have woken every morning, to find “gifts” left on your window sill. Sometimes its strings of teeth, some of them animal, and some looking alarmingly human. Sometimes its small carvings, either beads or ornaments, even the occasional comb or instrument. Each and every one is made of bone of some sort, and occasionally decorated or dyed with other natural substances.

This morning, you wake to find a large, elegantly and intricately carved dagger, laid out on your window sill. Again, it’s made of bone, something you have learnt to identify disturbingly quickly as of late. Even the intricately carved sheath is made of bone.

[ageofmediocrity]

Minotaure couché

[comeoffage]

Lord

[difty-dift]

[mossymandibles]

Some ‘cleaned up’ sketches of Kraw’s hands.

Since I’ve decided he’s a marine mammal type of chimera (I’ve been calling them ‘chimereals’ 🤷🏻‍♀️ Gen still simplifies him to a ‘dragon’) I’ve thought I’d want his hands to look more paw or gorilla-like in a way? Like a longer palm with a stubby thumb. Idk, I’ll just keep workin at it ig. I’ve always liked ‘big hammy clawed hands holding everyday objects’ so maybe I’ll do more.

[violettenouvel]

🎃 Spooky season is upon us,

Time to post monster husbanbs. ✨🔥

(Inspired by Czech movie Panna a Netvor (1978))

(Spicy preview below the cut~)

Posted a bunch of not-very-appropriate works of these two on my Patreon, here's a tidbit. <3