#knightkink

[lycanfall]

(flirting) what if i named my sword after you and kissed the blade before each battle for good luck

[your-kneeling-knight]

The armour does not, in fact, defend from everything - your gaze is able to penetrate this cold metal exterior straight to my very soul. In your presence, I might as well be naked.

[oathandvow]

Taking a knight fast and hard and watching his big fat cock bounce uselessly.

Doesn’t matter if he’s bigger, a king should be able to top. He moans so pretty anyway.

[bitethesword]

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.

[knightloverxoxo]

princess trying desperatly to hold back her moaning as her loyal knight overstimulates her sensitive skin. she had been begging for this all day, and her loyal knight was eager to let her have all the pleasure she could desire and more. her loyal knight who loves seeing the princess unravel under his touch.

[sireld]

The delicate fingers of his charge worked fastidiously to undo the tight leather straps biting into the Knight's forearm. "T'was foolish of you to challenge the Prince for my hand." The straps came undone, greasy and black into the hands of the princen.

A breathless laugh came from behind the helm. "Would have been foolish of me to let him wed you." The princen's large eyes peered up at him beneath full lashes. A redness blossomed in those cheeks.

The knight closed the distance between them. Steel cuirass meeting white silk. That gloved hand sunk deeper onto that royal shoulder, leather clad thumb finding purchase beneath their collarbone. "You think I'd let anyone else touch you?"

The helm lowered further down, his eyes glinting behind the slits of the visor, gaze boring into them. "Did your grace think I'd let anyone else fuck you?" That voice was dangerously low, viciously possessive. "Perhaps your grace needs a reminder. A show of true dedication to freshen that memory."

[princelypuppie]

Getting bored throughout the afternoon and forcing my knight into an involuntary game of hide and seek with me, finding small moments to quietly slip away and find a hiding spot in the castle. Sitting atop a perch where I have a good view of my guard, watching to see how long it'll take him to notice my vanishing and come search for me.

[godsmostautisticbird]

Dyslexic Prince asking his Knight to read to him.

The poetry turns out to be the dirty kind.

(The Prince knew that.)