best part of sex is when youre fucking someone who normally has your best interest in mind and you can see their concern for your wellbeing exit their body as they decide how theyre going to use you
medieval "girl" cutting her hair short and running off to enlist as a knight's squire, because "she" can't face the idea of being a housewife.
grizzled older knight who susses "her" out right away, but rather than rat out his new squire he says if you're going to be a man, at least do it properly. shows "her" the proper way to wrap your breasts without restricting your breathing, plans out exercises to build a masculine figure and snaps at "her" to man up when "she" complains.
squire who ends up getting used to being treated like a boy, eventually. he responds to his new name as naturally as his old one, jokes with the lads and flirts with the serving girls, wields a sword as well as any other. only the binding under his shirt reminds him of his secret, and when he becomes a knight himself, that'll all be hidden under the cuirass. that's how it went for his mentor, after all.
You can pull a knight in by the collar of the their chest plate- hey did you know that you can pull a knight in by the collar of their chest plate like a collar— hey its imperative that you know you can— *arrow pierces my armor and kills me instantly*
My window, high enough to give me a wondrous view of the land, faces out into one of the palace’s many courtyards below. The clouds overhead threaten a light rain, blocking out the midday sun with a dreary gray. They leave just enough light that, if one were to focus, one would see their prince’s form being pressed up against the pane as he’s taken from behind.
My crown, the only thing adorning my body, is lopsided upon my head. It clinks against the window with a tink every time my knight thrusts himself into me. His cold chest plate presses into the skin of my back and I unconsciously arch away from it, only forcing my chest to meet the chill of the glass. Goosebumps spread across my skin at the touch. My body fights the outside cold with it’s own heat, churned hotter and hotter with every blissful intrusion.
My breath fogs the glass, saving me from witnessing my own debauched expression. That is, of course, until my knight swipes it away and holds my head steady. He tells me to watch myself as he takes me, to watch my mouth fall open and my own eyes glaze over from the pleasure bestowed on me by a man of common heritage.
His words filter through the ever-present helm upon his head and travel like lightning down my spine. I can feel myself approaching the tipping point. I snake my arm through the leg he has hiked up by the knee and reach for myself.
His other hand, free of its gauntlet, finds my length before my own hand does. His hand is practiced. He knows just the right way to stroke it, where to apply pressure, and how fast. The familiar callouses, along with his breathtaking size, wrench me into a powerful climax.
He drives himself as deep as he can go as I clench down on him in the throes of pleasure. I can hear him groaning from under his helmet. Suddenly, he stills, fully sheathing himself and he reaches his own finish. The incredible fullness— aided in no small part by the sound of him calling out for his prince with a deliciously desperate voice— rips another climax through me.
My royal seed drips down the window pane while a commoner’s drips down my legs.
I wonder how humiliating it must be to be the strongest knight in my kingdom able to overpower any foe or opponent only to be here kneeling at my feet? Begging me to permit you to even look at me. You could easily switch the roles. Pin me down. Take me right here, but you won’t. You’ll wait until I wave my hand or nod my head. Finally allowing you to serve me. So eager to please your prince you’ll do anything I command. Like a dog hanging on every word I say. Well go on mutt, show me how my strong knight serves his prince
The best thing about having a partner who also does medieval reenactment is that you can text them like “do you want a sexy leg pic 😏” and when they obviously go “of course 👀” you send them a close up of a really nice piece of leg armour. And then they aren’t even mad and go “yeah that is sexy as hell, thank you.”
It would, of course, be remiss of me to not include examples of these sexy leg pics. Try this one simple trick to find out if your partner is someone with taste!
(If anyone does do this to their partner, I’d love to know the results)
Even the most reclusive of knights can benefit from praise and affection. Regular check-ins with your knight can ensure they don't get overwhelmed while you reward them.
Alternatively, you can just whisper "good boy" in their ear until they cry.
'Prise de fer,' or ‘taking-the-blade.’ @prises-de-fer - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag