Thinking about cockwarming again. You and your squire camped out in a cavern to shelter from the wind. He takes your armor off piece by piece to warm you by the fire, and you're just so still as he does. Watching the flush in his cheeks as he reveals more of your skin and god, he must be so warm inside. It's compulsive, you have to be in him now, you need to fill him up, he must be so empty and cold.
Thinking his duty fulfilled, he goes to remove his own damp garments only for you to dig your fingers in his waist and grip him towards you, flesh to flesh. He yelps, no real fight in it. He clatters into your lap, his dripping cunt brushing against you and it's the easiest thing in the world to enter him. It must be godly to fill him up like this, his true duty to take your cock. A good squire and you his good knight. He squirms and moans but you hold him fast against you not giving an inch. And it does the job, that blush all the way down his chest and thighs, you're a good lord for keeping the warmth and hearth for your boy.