Go with the knight

Both options struck you with a deep uncertainty, but a deep feeling within compelled you to choose the knight, a measure of familiarity embedded in the idea. For the first time, you sound out human words with your draconic tongue, murmuring "the knight..."

The Princess smiled, as if proud of your choice. "Excellent," she said, producing a bell that she rings loudly. One of the attendants enters the room, a slender woman with an air of quiet efficiency. "Take her to the knight now."

You are led through the castle halls until the reach the room below.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the armory. Rows of gleaming armor and weapons lined the walls, their edges glinting menacingly under the flickering torchlight. At the far end, the knight, Aldaric, was hunched over a table, his face etched with frustration as he inspected a piece of leather armor.

You followed the servant into the room, your leash clinking softly against the stone floor. The sound seemed to echo off the cold walls, drawing Aldaric's attention. He looked up, his eyes narrowing in surprise as he saw you standing there, your pink scales shimmering faintly in the dim light.

"Mistress has ordered that the dragon will be joining you on your quest, Sir Aldaric," the servant said with a smirk, her voice soft and playful. Aldaric's expression widened in surprise, his hands tightening around the leather he was holding.

"I... see," he said, leaning back unto the workbench. His expression mixed something like a shyness in with his surprise.

The servant bowed gracefully and retreated, leaving you alone with the knight. The silence that fell between you was thick with tension, each second stretching out uncomfortably. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do, a heat filling your cheeks as you peered around the room.

Aldaric sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, come on then," he said, nodding toward the workbench. "This will make this quest all the more complicated."

You approached the rack, your eyes scanning the various pieces of armor. They were all too large for you, designed for human warriors, not scaled creatures like yourself. Aldaric noticed your hesitation. "Scales or not, I won't have you walking around like that the entire time."

He called attention your naked form, and you blushed again, the memory of countless indignities still burning on your flesh.

"Here," he said, grabbing a set of leather straps and metal plates. "This should at least offer some protection."

He began strapping the pieces onto you, his hands rough and efficient. Each touch sent a shiver through your body, a mix of discomfort and something else—a strange thrill that you couldn't quite name. As he worked, his proximity brought back memories of the previous night, the feel of his body against yours, the taste of him in your mouth.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp tug on one of the straps. Aldaric had finished securing the armor, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he turned away. "That'll have to do," he muttered, moving back to the table.

You stood there, feeling awkward and out of place. The armor felt cumbersome, weighing you down in more ways than one, but also oddly graceful, like it complimented your scaled curves. You began to understand why humans wore clothes.

You glanced around the armory, your gaze falling on a workbench laden with tools and half-finished pieces of armor. The sight sparked an idea, a way to break the tense silence between you and Aldaric.

You walked over to the bench, your tail swishing behind you. Reaching out, you picked up a small hammer, pretending to inspect it. Aldaric watched you from the corner of his eye, his expression hesitant.

"I hope you aren't getting any ill ideas," he finally muttered.

He took the hammer from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through your body, your heart racing in response. Aldaric didn't seem to notice, still afflicted by the strange shyness you saw when he entered.

As he arranged the workbench, his body leaned closer to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. The air between you grew charged with tension, each movement sending ripples of desire through your body. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the urge to close the distance between you becoming overwhelming.

Without warning, Aldaric dropped the hammer, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He spun you around, pressing your back against the workbench. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening in surprise. Before you could react, his lips crashed down on yours, his tongue invading your mouth with fierce urgency.

The kiss was brutal, demanding, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You moaned into his mouth, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. Aldaric deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and dip of your scaled form.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. You obeyed, spreading your legs wider, the cool air of the armory brushing against your core and driving home the feeling of vulnerability and submission.

Aldaric positioned himself between your thighs, his cock hard and ready. With one swift motion, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. He began to move, his strokes hard and relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs hooking around his waist. The world narrowed to this moment, this connection, the feel of his body slamming into yours, the sound of his grunts mingling with your moans.

"Fuck," Aldaric groaned, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The workbench dug into your back, adding to the intensity of the moment. You could feel the climax building within you, the pressure mounting with each passing second.

With a final, powerful thrust, Aldaric spilled inside you, his body shuddering with release. You followed soon after, your orgasm crashing through you, leaving you gasping for breath.

He collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You held him close, your heart pounding in your ears. The aftermath of the encounter left you both breathless, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

After a few moments, Aldaric pulled away, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Again, he turned away, something like embarrassment on his face. "I shall need to finish preparing," he said, his voice still rough. "A servant will take you to the caravan when we are ready."