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I don’t say it loud enough sometimes
FAT KNIGHTS ARE HOTTEST. BIG MEN. BIG TRANS MEN…
Muscle needs padding, let me rest my head on your stomach. Let me grab your sides and feel the way my fingers sink in. Or, until I realize the appearance of softness is just a facade for the sheer force underneath.
Your prince is in need, sir knight.
Why do you deny him?
Please dear sir. I can’t think. I can’t stand to think of anything but hands on me. I need you. I need something.
A prince so worked up and needy that all forms of decorum go out the window. Too desperate to find a suitor to court. Too overwhelmed to go through the niceties of a conversation. Almost ready to spend far too much on a man of the night just to get it handled.
A knight who hasn’t had his fill in years. Duty comes first, after all. He hasn’t found much need for it since he realized where his loyalty stood. Or at least, that’s what he says as the gnawing hunger waits under him.
The prince seems spoiled. The knight seems cold. Though, when the sun sets and they’re alone, tension grows like weeds. Prince confined to his rooms, he finds the need too strong to ignore. If no one is helping, then damn it, he will help himself.
Moans and whimpers spill through the cracks in the door. The prince is loud. Gasping and shaking as fingers press inside the softness of his body.
The knight gritting his teeth to force himself to bare it. The sounds go on much longer than any sane man would allow. Years without touch dwindle that sanity down.He opens the door, stepping in as quietly as he can.
The prince freezes. His body is on display, legs spread and cunt dripping. He would shout, demand the knight leave. He just can’t when he watches the man start to methodically pull off the armor.
“…are you here t-“
“Shut up.” The knight demands. “This is a matter of the flesh. We are never to speak of it.”
The prince nods. His eyes drag over the well worn body of the knight in front of him. The blush on his cheeks grows as he leans back into the soft sheets of his bed. The knight will crawl over him, fingers digging into that soft skin.
The built up need finally takes over. The knight doesn’t bother controlling his strength. That’s just another thing in the way of getting to watch the beautiful man under him cry. Oh how the knight loves when they cry.
I have no clue what to do. I’m going to go to my father’s completely benevolent advisor and ask for his assistance. I’m sure he shall give me the most sound advice!
My love I am yours. There’s nothing else about it. I will be yours until the end of time. Until the moment you bore of me.
Hit me. Don’t be scared, that is a command. Go on now.
Oh~! Very well done.
Again. Harder, now. I can take it.
Dear sir… perhaps you could surprise me this time? I don’t care where, truly. Just keep it out of the public eye.
I want to struggle. I want you to dig your gauntlet into my skin. I want to have bruises to remind me of you, of what you can do.
My knight. My love. Destroy me when I least expect it.
