The Flame of Passion Burns Bright

The passion between friends turned lovers blossomed into the night as the two explored the pleasures of each other's company. Rosalind had begun to ride Earnest as she moaned in ecstasy, allowing Earnest's shaft to penetrate to her deepest reaches. Earnest couldn't believe how the events of the evening had turned out, but he was certainly not disappointment. His love for Rosalind finally getting the spark it needed to erupt into the beautiful flame that smothered the bedroom they resided in. It was like he was in a dream, and he certainly didn't want to wake up. As they went on for what felt like hours, Rosalind would change positions and occasionally lock lips with him from time to time. It was like she couldn't get enough of the pleasure she was feeling, and that she had to try every little thing to try and get as much pleasure from her partner as she could.

But alas, with anything good, it must come to an end. Earnest felt himself nearing climax, and as it sensing this, Rosalind relinquished herself from his thick, pulsating rod and then took it in her mouth, giving him what could best be described as an inexperienced attempt at a fellatio. But he didn't really care. He was lost in a bliss that he had been repressed for far too long. The girl he had hoped would fall for him was here in this inn in a far flung town showing her own love for him. He was on cloud nine as he finally let loose in Rosalind's mouth, the female knight struggling to handle the waves of cum from Earnest as it flooded her mouth.

Spent, and tired, the couple then drifted off in each others' arms.

(Rosalind's POV)

As night turned to day, Rosalind slowly returned to consciousness. Still in the embrace of Earnest, she recalled the past night's events with a soft chuckle.

She couldn't believe she had taken Earnest like she had. It was like her instincts kicked in at such happy news that all she could do was embrace her messenger with fervent love. Love that she felt could get addicting if she were to explore it even further~

Dressing in her gear, and making her way down to the inn's dining hall, she smiled and waved at the inn keeper who was currently at work making breakfast for their patrons.

"Not gonna have a bite to eat this morning, Miss Knight?" they asked in a cheerful, sing-song voice.

"No, I'm afraid that I must be on with my patrol. I have some rations in my pack that will cover me until lunch." she replied.

"Hah! Nonsense, missy! You're up this early, and ya ain't the least bit craving a proper meal to start your day? How about you at least take some fresh bread for the road. It's on the house."

Not wishing to dismiss the hospitality, Rosalind look a fresh loaf with her as she gave her thanks and headed out into the cool dawn twilight.

Marching along the road and making her usual stops, Rosalind eventually came to a crude wooden structure that she recognized as the base of the local town troublemakers. A three man group of young men that had never grown out of their childhood fantasies. All three having dreams that they couldn't quite fulfill in the humble town of Knottori. Well, at least two of them. The one named Barnabas wasn't much of a dreamer, but Ricard and Tomlin both seemed to dream of potential futures beyond the borders of their small town. Dreams that Rosalind could help them realize.

Entering the base, a lecherous smirk plastered upon her face, Rosalind sauntered over to what seemed to be one of the troublemakers sleeping soundly on a makeshift bed.

"I finally found a way out, Ricard. A way for you to achieve your dream of becoming a knight in the capital!" she said in a hushed, labored voice.

The young man didn't react. His body continuing to lay motionless on the bed.

"A friend of mine, his name's Earnest, he came back and gave me such wonderful news! He's convinced his commander to have me transferred to his squad! I no longer will be stuck here patrolling this hodunk, backwoods squalor of a town! Isn't it great?"

The young man still laid there, unresponsive to the cheerful, hushed banter of the lady knight. His soft breaths sounding pained, his eyes seemingly frozen shut, his body barely moving.

"And, it's all thanks to me that you're getting outta here." she said, her tone now dripping with a wicked glee.

"So sit tight, and keep on calling the shots for me. I do love it when a strong, capable man is in command."

Finishing up her last sentence, she shoved the unconscious body of Ricard off the bed and took the spot for herself. Tearing her gear off, she proceeded to pleasure herself in the ransacked hovel the boys called a base.

"Ooh, yes~ I do so love your body, Rosalind. It's strong, sensitive, and it's my one-way ticket to freedom." she said, fingers deep in her sopping wet folds.

"Mmm, I'm gonna love being Rosalind Shields from now on~ I just need to make sure I can get out of here without a hitch."

Pausing her self-pleasure, she got up and retrieved a wooden sword from the wall before returning to her spot on the bed. Hungrily shoving the hilt into her starved cunt repeatedly, dressing it in her carnal juices as her moans filled the barren air.

"I do hope Ricard's little friends won't mind this shift in plans. He deserves far more time with me than they do. I'll just have to help him out with a plan of action to handle them."

Reaching orgasm, she let out one final moan as she coated the bedding in her fluids. A satisfied grin adorned her face as she concluded her private debauchery.

"Hmm, hmm. Bye-bye, Ricard. I won't be missed~"