The Knight stood at the side of the large ballroom. On his third or fourth year of being her guard he would have thought this would become more normal. The cathedrals, the open halls, the chandeliers and crystals. The blue mage light pillars, the polished wood floors with murals and integrated filigree with magesteel. And yet... he stood flabbergasted.
Just a poor boy in the world of fancy aristocrats. The royal castles ballroom was filled with dignitaries and governors, lords and ladies. All the usual. Dressed up in their finest clothing. Gold dyed silks, emblazoned with thin lines of glowing blue magesteel. The current big fashion craze. A waste of mana by Edyssion's standard. They laughed and danced. Indulging in the finest of foods while kids in the slum scrambled for scraps.
Then in the middle of it all was her. His lady. Her majesty. The Princess. Her dressed was dyed the reserved royal brass tones. Spawning the fashion in the first place her dress lit from magesteel inlets. However as opposed to the copycats hers was practical. Edyssion made sure of it. The wards and glyphs were his design.
He watched her dark brown hair weave amongst the suitors and dignitaries. Some fresh faced like himself, others old enough to be her father. She talked to most, danced with some. His chest pounded at the sight of her laughing while she touched a suitors arm. A blush caught her cheek as she squeezed the man's muscular arm. Her brass hooded eyes shot to Edyssion. His brown eyes locked her hazel. He could see the dare and the seething remaining anger. The suitor put his hand on the Princesses and they broke eye contact.
He practically pulled her onto the dance floor. Edyssion could feel the magic in her magesteel flare. She was worried for a second, not quite enough for a ward to go off. Enough for it to alert the twin glyph on Edyssions brass gauntlet. She twirled onto the floor as the band finished one song and started another. The suitor danced with her like a trophy he'd already won. Edyssion recognized him. A foreign king, a conqueror who has just finished a third successful 'peace talk' with a neighboring kingdom. Protection at the cost of serfdom, yet the only threat was his own kingdom.
He spun her like a common barmaid. None of the respect and reference that the suitors from within her kingdom. Edyssion clenched a fist. His brass gauntlet creaked under the pressure. One of the servers came buy with a tray of champagne. Edyssion grabbed two flutes and downed them quickly. 'She's a grown woman. Calm yourself. You're just a peasant boy she made that much clear earlier.' He clenched his jaw and tried to remain stoic in his thoughts.
The song ended. The dance was over. She moved to leave and the king refuse to release his grip on her wrist. The music came back, slow and low. She looked at the king angrily and then subsided. The next second she moved closer. The foreign king's other hand went to her waist as they began the slow waltz. Halfway through the movement she laid her head on the Kings shoulder. As her back spun tobl Edyssion he abandoned the ballroom.
His face burned red hot. She was doing this to torture him. She hated that man's politics. Smile at one sales woman to get a better deal on a dress, the very dress she was wearing, and she would torture him for a month. Well he wasnt going to stand there and take it. The wards would protect he enough. He couldn't watch her romance someone only her station. She was to be a Queen, yet he was an orphan knight. Still he would always be her Glyphman.
He stormed back to his chambers. Furiously he began doffing his armor. His cuirass and his left gauntlet found themselves thrown to the side of the room. His right gauntlet powered her glyphwards so he kept it on. He unbuckled his sword and glpyhlock belts. Those two were discarded to the side. He pulled the silk shirt off and the woolen undershirt. Finally he heard the clack clack of heels on the stone floor outside. Some party guest snuck into the wrong location.
Edyssion opened the door to chastise them only to be greeted by the princess. Her mascara ran and her bosom heaved from running. She threw herself into his room, her face buried against his sinewy chest. He spun her around and slammed the door. A glyph lit up on his gauntlet as the doors steel bars locked themselves in place. "I'm sorry!" She choked out sobbing into his chest. The Knight spun her against the wall.
His gauntleted right hand cupped her chin. He pressed her tight against the stone wall. "Are you princess?" She whimpered at his touch. His rage broke through station. "Id already apologized and explained myself. Yet you still make a mockery of me?! You twirl like a cheap slut with the conqueror. Is that what you truly are?" He growled the words as he brought his face close to hers. She turned to look away against his brass fist. She whimpered again and looked down.
She reached up and grabbed his bicep. "Please. You're hurting me." She tried to push against him hands sliding over his taut muscles. His left hand slid under her dress and along her thighs.
"Your wards say you don't mind. Don't feel any danger." His left hand trailed higher. She grabbed him by the wrist. "You never answered me. Are you a cheap whore for the conquering?" She shook her head no as his hand brushed up against her bare pussy. Dancing with men without even wearing panties. "Is this pussy just fertile ground for the first man strong enough to take it?" She whimpered and hit her lip. "IS IT!?" She jumped and sobbed a little. Her head slowly nodded a yes.
The Knight grew hotter. He tossed her across the room onto his bed. His gauntlet lit up blue as he used a glyph to pounce on to of her. "Then by all rights you belong to me cunt." She nodded again as he pushed her dress up. His left hand caught her neck. "I took you years ago Princess in one hot night." His gauntleted hand reached for his belt. He loosened it and dropped his trousers.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his bulging manhood toward her. The fabric of his briefs stretching tight against him. He reached down and ripped the fabric from between his legs. No barriers between his craving cock and her damp pussy. "They could never protect you like me Princess. Im worth ten kingdoms armies."
He plunged his cock deep in her cunt. She shivered and came against him. Her legs wrapped around him tighter as she let out a moan. "I know. I know. Im sorry. Im yours." He groaned, slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Her hands found his arms again. Holding on for dear life her brass painted fingernails scratched into his arms. "I'm your girl. Im your girl. I've always been your girl." She moaned the words out and closed her eyes. Tears welled in her eyes and rolled mascara down her cheeks.
Edyssion felt her pussy spasming around his engorged cock. Each word made him throb and each throb made her cum harder. Their biggest secret, their biggest sin. The peasant boy that claimed the would be queen. He fucked her with all his rage and anger. Just like she planned. Just like he knew she wanted. The brat queen getting her way again. "Never look at another man! I'll rip anyone who ever lays hand on my cunt to pieces. You are a toy for me to fuck. Im going to break you tonight so you never forget your place again!" Each word a thrust groaned in her ear. He squeezed her wind pipe. She tried to hold in a scream.
When she failed his gauntlet lit up, a glyph on the door lit with it silencing the room to the outside. The bed creaked beneath them with each slamming thrust. She pursed her lips for a kiss. He slammed his lips hungrily into hers and moaned. His tongue invaded her mouth like that bastard king would this country if he could. The bed began to scrap on the floor with each violent thrust.
The gauntlet lit another glyph. His pulse steadied, his cock numbed slightly. Another glyph made his stronger and faster again. The wooden bed bounced with each thrust. The mattress shoved her wet cunt back against him. She tried to say words. Maybe another apology, maybe a thank you, maybe just begging him to keep going. All that came was a half syllable and a whining, then screaming serious of moans. Edyssion growled low and deep. Even with the magic he was nearing his end.
Her pussy gushed and dampened the bed and her fancy gown. His thighs and pelvis slick with her wetness. Each thrust made a loud ringing wet plap. The bed posts caught on an uneven stone in the floor. The legs gave out with a Crack as the bed frame shattered under his strength. Edyssion lasted two more thrusts before howling she was his one last time and smashing his mouth into hers. His cock throbbed as it flooded her pussy and womb with his hot cum. Pulsing again and again while they kissed. Each pulse bringing another orgasm crashing though his princess.
When he finally caught his breath and moved off of her she curled into him. Her head on his chest. His gauntlet in her hair. She traced his scars, and his nipples with her fingers delicately. "I am sorry, Ed. I love you. I shouldn't have goaded you so much." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She climbed unsteadily onto his chest and looked down at him. She traced one hand on his chest and her other over her ample bosom. "You broke another bed soldier. How are you ever going to reply the kingdom. I think we might need to punish you~"
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The is an excerpt from a story I plan on writing that may or may not make it into the final product. If there ever is a final project.
