Marcus, A Male Knight in Service to the Vance family

Standing there looking out over the lake that surrounded the Vance castle and slowly dying inside from boredom Hilda eyes had long ago glazed over from watching the placid waters as the second hour of her watch rolled around.

This had to be the worst watch possible. Why couldn’t she have gotten watch duty in a power? At least then she could take turns jillin off with her watch partner to keep an eye out for the officers.

What even was the point of watching out over the lake during the day? Like anyone would attack her liege lord’s castle.

...Damn, she really needed to get laid and she may be surrounded by water, but this castle might as well be a sexual desert for a hot blooded fighting girl.

“Hey Hilda, what the hell are you doing look out there!?” The voice of Greta, her sergeant roused her from her thousand yard stare as a strong hand clapped her on the shoulder.

Oh shit!

“Huh!? Yes Ma’am! On watch Ma’am!” Hilda reflectively answered while panickly standing straight to look like she hadn’t been about to fall asleep. The sudden jolt bounced her breasts put them in contact with the cold inside her chest armor, it was a plate-under-bra that came down to just under her areola. Thin chains stretched down to hold the cold metal of her plate-bikini bottoms, with her chain mini-skirt length faulds were the worst as the metal was like ice touching her inner-thighs.

The pelvic tabard did nothing! It just flapped in the wind. Hilda sweating under her superiors gaze couldn’t help but watch the sheer fabric peacefully waving the blind man of justice of house Lucius that she served.

She should have added the fur-trim like her mother had told her to!

Greta just stood there in her own armor of knee-high boots with red silk straps attached to it that lead up her toned calves to the garter-belt that framed her string-thong divided her labia perfectly, that thin red string was surrounded by the white pale creme of her flesh hiding away the pink of her folds somehow.

Following upwards, above Greta’s solid washboard abs she wore a plate-super crop top breastplate that left a generous swell of bare underboob contrasting to the shining metal.

Her officer grinning. “Got the best watch in the whole castle and your watching the water? There’s a better way to get soaked here!” Greta sound on the edge of laughter.

Best watch in the castle? How!?

Greta just looked to the side, a leering smile growing on her face and stroking her chin, Hilda turned to follow her gaze and froze as Hilda found heaven.

It was a muscular ass Hilda would know even blindfolded from how hard she’d stared at it in the last few months and imagined it naked. Oh girl did it surpass her hopes, and that powerful sculpted back whose muscles moved like a well oiled machine that was in plain sight in the window.

Completely. Unclothed.

“Oh, oh fuck yes.” Hilda muttered suddenly feeling a whole lot warmer than before as she took in her Lord Marcus's muscular visage.

Men were supposed to be softer, but a guy with his solid and chiseled muscle just rubbed her all the right ways.

“Uh huh.” Greta licked her lips with her hands lightly roaming her inner-thigh, trailing over her garter-straps. “Our precious knight has to be either the most innocent angel or the biggest clit tweaker I’ve ever known.”

“This is sooo wrong.” Hilda shuffled her legs as the plate of her bottoms started to stick to her and the heat between her legs grew. Her mother would give her a stern talking to like she had when she’d been caught spying on the village boys bathing back home with her friends.

She was wiser, better woman than she was back then… but more important than that, she knew she wasn’t the slowest runner in the pack anymore.

Leaning to the side Hilda her eyes which she had thought opened wide as possible somehow widened further and her cheeks hurt from how wide the grin spreading across her face was.

What she’d initially thought had been just an odd look to those powerful legs, swayed instead the broad pinkish color glans of Marcus's cock informed her that it was something far better, her eyes following the pendulum like sway as he continued readying himself for the day.

Hilda’s jaw dropped as her neithers demanded attention. “Th-that’s! Holy mother! That thing is the size of what you imagined them to be when you’re a horny lass!” She fidgeted clasping and rubbing her thighs together to desperately avoid the temptation to just start touching herself.

Now she cursed that there was nowhere to hide to frig herself to this free show.

“Hah! Let me tell you Hilda, that thing is on my list of things I wouldn’t mind getting choked with.” Greta wiggled her brows and flushed cheeks holding her chin with her thumb and index finger.

Eying her sergeant, the small line between Greta’s luscious red lips Hilda and tried to imagined her lords flaccid tool fitting in her mouth, before considering her own.

“God, could you even fit that thing in your mouth?” Hilda incredulously asked aloud, her jaw aching with a pleasant tingle just imagining it.

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Came Greta’s solum determined response, crossing her arms under her chest. “But for the chance to fondle and bury my face into a set of balls like that, all I ask is that I be remembered for the attempt.”

Giving a sympathetic nod Hilda had to try not stumble off the wall when Marcus turned around unveiling his chiseled physique and genitals in full frontal nudity. His third leg’s gently swaying was almost hypnotic.

A strangled **** on her own spit came from Greta. “Fuuuuck, everytime I see it I gotta think that it’s his halberd that’s compensating for something instead of him, because the club between his legs makes it look small. Because if he swung that around instead any woman would be defeated instantly!” Greta swore in complete awe at the member.

Hilda had to agree, but at least tonight she had material for even the loneliest night for years.

Pulling up my pants I almost swore I heard twin cries piteous cries as I buttoned up my pants, the closest thing I could compare it to was the sound my female hounds back home would make if I didn’t give them their favorite bone after a hunt.

It seem almost a regular occurrence since my arrival at my leige’s castle. I sighed at the pettiness of my mother refusing to let me bring any servants along, she probably assumed that by stripping me of comforts I’d rethink my choice in coming here.

Nor did Count Vance a man with only daughters have enough male servants to spare for him outside important occasions.

“Crusty cunt, not even if all three of my fathers pounded away at her would they be able to knock it off.” I grumbled about my mother's stubbornly held traditional ways, only sparing a distasteful glace at the ornate chastity belt, grateful for gods graceful and generous blessing of my loins that it thankfully only lived in the corner of my dresser as I straighten the cuffs of my shirt.

Giving myself a final inspection in the mirror I did a last second check making sure I looked presentable in my padded armor and clothes before nodding in satisfaction as it gave the proper impression that despite my exemption I still appeared modest with the visible bulge from my cock which gives the impression of a chastity belt.

Leaving my chambers I strode with all the haste I could with appropriate dignity for a man through the halls, I ignored the passing women servants who that paused to watch me go by, I think I heard a slap after passing two servants, a man and women who were cleaning as her head seemed to follow me.

I didn’t dwell on it as I was eagerly making my way to the courtyard for the days duties. Turning a corner in my haste I met a sudden obstacle, all I registered before the collision was a flash of golden blonde hair, the woman practically bouncing off my chest.

“Bwhaa!” “Leina!” Two distinct surprised shouts mixed.

My hand flashed grabbing hold of the dainty wrist of the woman I’d bowled over keeping her from falling to the floor while the her companion failed to catch her and ended up diving to the floor.

It took a few seconds for everything to register to everyone involved as I realized in my grip was Leina, the Vance family's heir, her breasts bouncing in her richly colored from the impact. She blinked a few times as she regained her balance only to realize who’d she’d bumped into with a sheepish look.

“Watch where you’re going you stupid flaccid oaf! And release Onee-sama immediately!” Elina, the third and youngest Vance daughter, but also the brattiest flung barbs at me with disdain with an accusing finger pointed towards me.

I held my tongue quelling my flare of irritation with her and settled in favor of leveling a cruel eye at her, that she met with equal ire.

Shortsighted incestuous bitch.

Lady Leina’s face turn scarlet scandalized by her sisters words as I help her upright. “Elina! That’s entirely inappropriate to say that to a man! Please forgive my sisters harsh words.” Leina scolded her sister, and looked me over for any injury.

“Marcus I’m so sorry I should have been looking where I was going, are you ok?”

Touching my hand to my chest and giving a shallow bow in respect for my leige’s heir, erasing my glare to Elina I softly smile at Leina. “I’m fine lady Leina, I’m not so fragile as my brothers.” I said before standing with my legs further apart.

Leina sighed in relief then swallowed hard at. In her eyes I could see her nervousness and her eyes darted down to my groin as she cleared her throat with a dye of pink on her cheeks and played with her hands a moment and a grin she was trying hard to suppress.

Typically women, they always have sex on their mind. I had to withhold my eye roll at her healthy behavior.

Having gathered herself, Leina reached out, needing a hand to cradle each of the hefty orb of my balls Leina observed proper etiquette cupping them in her warm hands, even as she had that look of a girl that giddy ‘I touched my first dick!’ look women always got no matter how many times they greeted me as she lifted them, softly massaging them in soft stroking pleasure through my pants.

I was sweet on her by not mentioning how Leina passed the appropriate amount of time and cross the line from proper greeting of a man of nobility to fondling memorized, rather than false ‘absent mindedness’ that afflicted so many female party goers who attend my mother’s parties.

Letting go Leina demeanor shone. “You’re virility is unquestionable as always. I wish you a fair day Sir Marcus.” Leina said before shooting a look at her sister “Elina.” She pointedly said as she started walking.

Elina growled as she stepped forward and like her sister before greeted me, a quick cupping of my balls with both her hands, with a small respectful lift then lowering them. Not even Elina would break the sacred trust of the greeting to get back at me.

She then stormed after Leina shooting me a hateful look as she started to brush past me. “Men should stay in their parlors.”

My angry rushed into my like an explosion as I slapped her ass for her offense, as only men being the fairer sex could get away with. Even as the son of a Baron I could get away with hitting the daughter of a count like this.

I’d fought my mother tooth and nail, then bled to hone my skills to be a worthy knight! And I wasn’t going to take that standing down.

“A spar later than Elina, perhaps you can make up your losses for once?” I asked in a cheerful tone, challenged her in the only open way I could according to my station as she growled at me with a murderous glare for rubbing her losses to me in her face.

Leina putting her hands on her hips. “Elina! Come on, leave Sir Marcus to his duties.” She scorned Elina as she came to my aid.

“Yes Onee-sama~” Elina whined as she turned to follow after her sister.

I sighed relieved to finally attend to my duties and hurried with fresh excitement to the barracks to gather my gear.

Even if the place was a complete den of femininity.