A Knight in Shining Armor!

"Begone, foul vermin, or I'll burn you back to Beelzebub!"

And he waved at them at a torch that burned fiercely even in the mid-day sun, spitting smoke and embers from the orange burning bitumen.

As he dismounted his steed he threw his torch at the back of a fleeing goblin, and before he had landed gallantly on his steel soles the creature was screaming with agony, and before it had tumbled over it had burst into a bundle of noxious green flame and smoke that dissolved in the air of the clearing.

Aurora blushed profusely.

It would be bad enough for anyone to be caught in their undies, topless.

Worse still to be caught by a man.

Worse yet to be so ****, suspended topsy-turvy, flashing your crotch greatly.

Even worse when you've been stripped of your armor and your enchantment, looking like a lame little kid.

But it had to be in front of HIM!

She had known by the beautifully pure white horse he rode, by his brazen armor, by his red feathered helm, his handsome face, and noble deeds.

"No worries, I'll get you down in no time. HO HO! I see you're a fan!"

And how had she forgotten? Of all panties, these she had bought hooded and cloaked at a market stall. His Coat of Arms emblazoned upon her Holy of Holies.

His strong arms grabbed him as he freed her foot and she grew wet in the panties, staining with the seal of lust her sole surviving vestment.

"I err...a very big fan...I see...and smell...", and wrinkled his nose at her heady womanly aroma.

O GODS! She began to hyperventilate, not like tihs!

She was on full display to the ABSOLUTE WORST person possible!