your prince summons you, his most loyal knight, to the ceremony hall to bestow an honour and a gift upon you.
contains: m4m / m4tm (no anatomy specified for pov), masculine terms of address, knight pov, royalty kink, knight kink, armour kink, prince x knight, dom/sub dynamics, sub pov, blowjobs / facefucking (pov sucks the prince's dick), confessions, minor swordplay, oaths, begging, praise, multiple languages (english & gaeilge). 14 minutes total.
as highly requested, here you are, gentlefolk. enjoy :)
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(transcript below)
[ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, ARMOUR CLANKING]
[ECHOEY] Ah—there you are, my knight. Come in, and have the guards close the room behind.
[HEAVY DOOR CLOSES]
[KNIGHTS' FOOTSTEPS]
[CLOSER, CLEARER] You look well-tended, Sir Knight. I’ll have to offer reward your squire. To think, so recently those same plates were painted with blood and crusted with dirt from the tournament pitch…
[PRINCE WALKING SLOWLY, BOOTS ECHOING]
The ceremonial cape suits you well. You look quite dashing.
Tar anseo—come here. Stand before me, allow me a proper look at you.
Where is everyone else? Hm. Right to business, you. I suppose I should expect no less of a knight.
No one else will be attending, A Ridire, not today.
[CHUCKLES] You sound sweet when you’re bewildered.
I must admit I’ve misled you a little, good sir. While it is within my power to swear knights in, it’s not official without the proper attendance—witnesses, the captain, a councilman, the whole bit. I can’t technically anoint you on my own. Your actual swearing ceremony is still scheduled for next week. My father knows nothing of our meeting here, nor the council or the other knights.
This here… call it a trial. A test of your loyalty. If you wish to swear fealty to this kingdom, I’ll need to know you’re willing to take my order without question, to serve with honour and deference and awe.
[PRINCE'S BOOTS STEPPING]
See… my father may be the king, and you may pledge your name to this kingdom, but you belong to me, my knight. Do you understand?
Good, very good. Then we can begin. Hand me your blade.
[HESITANT HILT GRIP]
[LIGHT CHUCKLE] You’ll find the outcome of all this less favourable to you if I have to ask you for something twice, sir knight. Hand it over.
[SWORD DRAW, TRADING HANDS]
Good boy. Now, kneel.
[ARMOUR CLANKS AS KNIGHT KNEELS]
Now you’re getting it. Stay still. [BLADE SINGS] My, this is a beautiful sword. Well-weighted, well-cared-for, freshly sharpened—the right blow with this could kill a man in a single strike, couldn’t it?
Where is your weakest spot, sir knight? Here, under your arm? The visor of your helm? Or perhaps here, at the edge of your codpiece?
[LIGHT CHUCKLE] Don’t fret, a Ridire. I won’t hurt you. But you’ve done remarkably well so far—not even a flinch as I pointed your own blade at your eye or your nethers. Very good.
[SWORD LIGHTING ON EACH PAULDRON]
I hereby dub thee a knight unto me, in service of myself, until the day that you die. Is liomsa agus liomsa amháin thú. [You are mine and mine alone.]
Stay on your knees, knight.
[RESHEATHES SWORD]
Since you’ve shown me your sword—[OPENS BELT BUCKLE]—I’ll show you mine.
[CLOTHES SHIFTING, JERKING OFF]
[BREATHY] That’s it, eyes on me. Good. Do you like what you see, sir knight? Have you imagined me undressed before? Dreamt of me gracing you with the sight of me uncovered?
[HUFFING] Hm. How sweet. I must admit I’ve thought of you, too—it’s enough to drive a man mad only catching quick peeks of another, always shrouded in your gleaming armour… you have beautiful eyes, sir knight.
Breathnú orm, a Ridire—look at me, knight. Do you want me?
Good boy. Lift your visor.
[VISOR CREAKS]
I assume you’ve done this before—I hear about the particular fondness knights have for each other. Show me your reverence, my knight. Take me in your mouth and show me I have you, body and soul, all to myself.
[SLIDING IN]
Oooohhhh….. heaven above… maith an buachaill, good boy, very good… kingdom come, your mouth is so fucking hot…
There you go, my knight. Relax your jaw, your throat… take the rest of my length, nice and easy…
[SLOW SLIDING, CHAINMAIL JINGLES]
Gorgeous. Keep up just that way, my beautiful knight, I’m nearly all the way—[GRUNT] —in. Good boy. [GROANING] Good boy...
You can gag, you don’t need to hide it, but you don’t pull away, understood? I decide when you’re done. I know you can handle it, a chara [my friend].
Ohhh, A Ridire gheal… you’re perfect like this, on your knees, dressed in your kit and adorned, your cape trailing behind you, gazing up at me with my cock filling your mouth… oh, my dearest knight, you’re perfect…
[SLOW THRUSTS]
That’s it, a Ridire, hold nice and still for me and let me grace your mouth… let me… ohhhhhh [HEAVY BREATH, MOANING]. Work your tongue for me, Knight. Unnf, yes, just that way… Good lad. Do you enjoy the taste of me on your tongue? Enjoy the slide of me between your lips? Mmmph…
Go on, move your head if your like. Take me in as deep as you please, as much as you can handle… ohhh… yes, like that. Suck my cock, my beautiful knight, a chroí diúil…
Don’t close your eyes, knight. Look at me. There you go. Watch your prince. Watch… oh, in aimn an diabhail… [SHUDDERING BREATH]
I have waited such a long time for this, my knight… watched you train, watched you tourney… I was grateful beyond words when you accepted my friendship. But I could not banish the thought of you genuflected for me, taking me in… the first time I saw your mouth beyond your helm, that crooked smile shaded by your lifted visor, ohhhh… what I would have done to have you, to make you mine… [FOND LAUGH] and now here you are, servicing me so obediently, not even a second thought given to taking my cock in your mouth…
Oh, a Ridire, a dhiabhail—! [GRUNT] Ohhh, you feel so good… keep going, my knight, keep going… you’re doing so very well for me… Good boy, good boy… maith an buachaill… that’s my good boy…
[PANTING, MOANING]
Ohhh—a Ridire, a Ridire gheal, a ghrá geal, fíorálainn—díreach mar sin, mothaíonn sin go maith, díreach mar sin—!
Please, please, please an Ridire, le do thoil—let me come in your mouth, please—yes, good boy, just like that, just like that, [WHIMPER] in ainm Chríost, in ainm Dé—! My knight, I’m so close, I'm so close—I'm—I'm—please please please please—!
[CRESCENDOING MOANS, GASPING, ORGASM]
[MOANING AND HUFFING]
Ohhhh…. maith an buachaill, maith thú…
[PANTING] Well done, my darling knight. You’ve done very well for me. I shall carry no doubt in my heart as to the lay of your loyalty.
Take a moment to collect yourself—I can tell from that look on your face that you’re terribly excited. Not too long a moment, though. I begin to doubt the continued privacy of the ceremony hall, but… if you wish to offer me any further shows of devotion… I’ll be in my chambers, and I will be touching myself and thinking of you until you arrive. I shall be very glad when you do, and if you behave as well as you just have, I’ll want dearly to offer you a reward.
[CHUCKLE] That’s my good knight. Hold a moment before you follow. I’ll be waiting for you.
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