A hero's great reward...

Sir Denric is a lowly Knight, the second son to a nearly penniless baron. However he is young, handsome and brave, and has just returned from a victory over the deadly Spinebreakers.

This knight managed to accomplish something remarkable, commanding only a small **** of local militia and a group of experienced squires recruited from the holdings of his father, baron Xander Tahlane.

A daring night raid...

A couple of ambushes...

A sabotage in the immediate vicinity of enemy fortifications...

The result was unusually successful for these circumstances.

The burning of one of the border forest camps, which the orcs of the cruel Spinebreakers tribe used as a stronghold for plundering raids deep into the western provinces of the Kingdom Eborvair.

This was a significant achievement, although it did not eliminate the threat completely, but it provided time to accumulate forces and restore the defenses of the forts and outposts in the western forest area. Of course, there were costs: many warriors died, many were wounded, the forest was damaged by the spread of fire...

But there are no ideal victories - in every victory there is a bitterness of loss and prerequisites for future battles...

Sir Denric Tahlane was brave and was able to demonstrate his skills as a military commander.

Probably, it was through risky military actions that he was going to elevate his noble family and himself personally. After all, the small border fort of his father, Baron Xander Tahlane, had long been a sad sight of dilapidated wooden walls and half-collapsed towers. The Baron was poor. His lands (already small in area) were constantly ravaged by orc raids. Baron Xander was almost ruined. In response to his petitions, representatives of the royal power were in no hurry to provide assistance in the form of military detachments or financing of armed mercenaries. The court dignitaries believed that the affairs of the distant western outskirts of the kingdom were not so important and that the troubles there were exaggerated...

Xander Tahlane, year after year, grew decrepit and despondent...

His irritable character only worsened due to the increasing tendency to alcoholism...

The management of the lands and the collection of taxes from the serfs was carried out in at least some efficiency only thanks to the efforts of the heir - Graham Tahlane (the elder brother of Denric).

And now there was an unexpected improvement in the situation.

His second son sir Denric Tahlane attracted attention to himself and his noble family with his military victory...

Representatives of the border lowly knighthood had somewhat rough morals due to living in areas of constant border confrontation with hostile armed detachments.

Therefore, from the point of view of some representatives of the wealthy court nobility, some of the actions of sir Denric were impolite and inappropriate.

It is unlikely that he should have brought as a gift to King Eadric that... "thing" that Denric brought to the hall for ceremonial receptions...

Ahem... Indeed, the severed bloody head of one of the regional chieftains of the "Spinebreakers" tribe was staining the expensive patterned carpets...

And among the court experts in politics, quiet confidential conversations and gossip immediately began regarding the consequences of what happened: such a resonant victory and the **** of one of the minor orcish leaders will clearly not leave indifferent the one who leads this large tribal union of forest orcs.

Supreme Chieftain Veragzur the Horrendous is an experienced and cunning ruler...

He will clearly respond to this "surprise" with a return "gift".

However, now no worries can darken the well-deserved triumph of sir Denric.

Old King Eadric is holding a feast in his honor, and the Queen is going to secretly offer him much more.

At the grand feast held by Old King Eadric, Sir Denric stood out like a rose among thorns... tall, muscular, and radiating confidence after his recent victory against the notorious Spinebreakers. His armor gleamed under the candlelight, emphasizing every hardened muscle beneath. As the night wore on, whispers filled the room about the dashing knight, making even the most jaded lords and ladies blush at the thought of him.

Meanwhile, the Queen watched Sir Denric from afar, her eyes glittering with desire. She knew she had to have him; his bravery and youth were intoxicating. When the time was right when her husband and the other lords were in their cup's, she approached him discreetly, her voice low and seductive.

"Sir, I have heard tales of your exploits… and I cannot help but feel drawn to you." Her hand slid up his arm, sending shivers down his spine.

"I have something special to offer you... something that could greatly benefit our kingdom."

As they retreated to a secluded chamber, anticipation hung heavy in the air. The Queen's dress fell away, revealing her exquisite form. Her breasts were full and ripe, her nipples erect, while her slender waist led to a mound of curls that concealed her wet sex. Sir Denric couldn't believe his luck; he had dreamed of being with someone so beautiful. He tore off his own clothes, revealing his toned body and throbbing young cock so stiff and eager.

Their passion ignited instantly. They kissed hungrily, tongues dueling as hands roamed freely over heated skin. The Queen moaned softly, arching into him as his fingers traced patterns across her sensitive flesh. Then, he claimed her mouth again, driving his tongue deep inside as he positioned himself between her thighs.

With a groan, he thrust into her tight heat, filling her completely. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, sweat dripping onto the sheets below. Each thrust brought them closer to ecstasy, their cries echoing through the chamber. The Queen clawed at his back, her nails digging into his pale skin as pleasure consumed her.

Finally, they reached the peak. With a final, powerful surge, Sir Denric spilled his seed deep within her, triggering her own release. They collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

For a moment, they lay there, basking in the afterglow before slowly recovering their breath.

"No one must ever know of... our relationship you understand that..."

Den nodded his shaggy red head, smiling gently as he kissed her again. Both of them ready for round two in their love making, the young Knight wanting nothing more that to please his lady fair. While Queen Isolde wanted his seed to grow inside of her... to sire the next king who would keep their land safe.