The Paladin

Your name is Sir Scott Gygora; and you were born a peasant in the fields of Zanyard. With your long dark hair, striking brown eyes, and almost devilishly handsome good looks, you managed to capture the heart of the local knight's daughter. A beautiful, blonde hared, woman who was a sorceress no less. Through a quick courtship the two of you fell in love and married. Fortune smiled upon you again when her family reluctantly welcomed you into theirs.

Deciding not to waste this grand opportunity given to you by the heavens, you began your training to become a knight. As it turned out, you were naturally skilled and were knighted by the king himself only a few short weeks after you began. Your wife's family even granted you a small portion of land for you to tend. By a stroke of even more good luck, your wife gave birth to a young girl shortly after.

However, it was not meant to last. During childbirth, your wife passed away, leaving you to raise your child alone. But alas, even that was not meant to be as your daughter perished shortly after. Over the next three years drought would flood the land your late wife's family had granted you and you would be **** to sell it for no more than a cottage's worth.

With the **** of your wife, your in-laws shunned you and turned you away. Retreating back to your parent's home, you found your childhood home rotten with the smell of **** in the small shack. You later found their bodies buried at the town cemetery. By some cruel stroke of fate they died the same day as your wife and child.

You had no money in your pockets and no-where to go. Silently, you disappeared into the woods whereupon you would become a scavenger for the next year. But your luck was about to turn the following summer. Emma Von Swanson, queen of Byrulon the largest country in Gwaydor, herself was travelling through the forest with her entourage.

Overconfident and foolish, her personal knights were ambushed by a group of thieves killing all that saw fit to challenge them. The company kidnapped the Queen and fled through the forest to where they hid. Although it seemed god had chosen to punish you for some unknown crimes you remembered you were still a knight. Therefore, you tracked them for nearly five days on foot before finding them in a castle that once stood as the capital of all Gwaydor before being toppled by the King's ancestor's two thousand years ago. Since then it had been rotting away in its own filth surrounded by the largest forest in the known land.

Entering the forgotten palace, you made your way to the highest tower; along the way defeating every opponent you faced with valor and mercy. It seemed strange, however, because you ran into only a few men on guard. Finally, when you reached the pinnacle of the castle, you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the sounds of a woman moaning. Peering in through the door ever so slightly, you became shocked when you saw what was happening.

In the middle of the room surrounded by what must have been eighty men, you saw your Queen on her hands and knees being fucked senseless by three men. One man was standing in front of her with his prick in her mouth; the other two men were above and below her, both pounding their cocks into her gapping pussy.

You almost couldn't believe your eyes. Not only at what was happening, but also because she looked like she was enjoying it. After a few more seconds, the man fucking her mouth tensed up and shot his load deep down her throat. But what happened next shocked you beyond anything you had previously experienced. The Queen looked around the room and pleaded, "Someone stick another cock in my cunt."

Already taking two, a third man stepped up. The other two men lifted her up, cocks still inside her slit, and the third man thrust his own in. There was not a spot on her body that wasn't covered in cum. It glistened off her breasts, dripped from her wide-open cunt, and stuck to every long beautiful strand of hair on her head.

With your mind returning, you let them be. Though you wanted to rush in there and slaughter every last one of the bastards, you knew you would be killed instantly. So you sat and waited. The plan was to wait until they finished, but it never seemed to happen. Instead, you sat there and listened to them take her over and over and over again. And you heard her majesty begging them on. Even pleading with them never to stop.

And they didn't. They pounded into every orifice she had. Though she begged for her pussy to be fucked they took her everywhere; mouth, ass, but mostly they listened to her pleas and gave her what she wanted; slamming into her slit with a ferociousness that you could have sworn shook the castle.

As those first hours passed, it became apparent that they weren't going to stop. So you merely sat and waited. As luck would have it, some came out of the room for something to drink and such. It was these that you eliminated first. Trying not to kill those you didn't have to, you knocked as many as you could out, tied them up, and dragged them downstairs so that they were out of the way.

And so it went on like this. For days they relentlessly took the Queen over and over again, while she begged for it every single time. Finally after almost a week, with little sleep, the numbers inside the tower were only a few. That was when you made your move.

Crashing through the door, you attacked with all the built up rage that had accumulated over the week. But as before, you tried not to kill, taking as little life as possible. After a rather short and pitiful battle, you turned your attention back towards her majesty. She lay on the ground in a rather large pool of semen. Barely conscious she looked at you and said two words, "Fuck me," before she passed out.

Lifting her in your strong arms you grabbed a nearby cloak and wrapped it around her. Then you carried her down the tower and outside of the once mighty fortress. Your eye spotted a beautiful white horse as you reached the exit. Deciding it would be faster on horseback than on foot you saddled the horse with your Queen and rode away.

After a week of fighting and nearly a day of riding, you became tired. Pulling to a stop, you set up camp for the night in a dark secluded spot well off of the road. Making sure the Queen was as comfortable as she could be, you found your own spot and drifted off to sleep.

You awoke in the morning with her majesty shortly after you. There still remained cum on every part of her body and despite yourself, you found it rather erotic. Not forgetting your manners, you introduced yourself; after which, she nearly attacked you trying to get your clothes off.

Fending her off, you cast a light spell you had learned from your late wife of minor control. You followed it up with another light remedy spell; thinking her captors must have conjured some spell of black magic on her to make her behave like a slut. It worked to a varying extent, which proved that the assailants had used magic. However, it would take far more than your light spells to ever repair the damage done to her.

It would take another month for the two of you to get back to the kingdom; when you arrived, his majesty ordered a celebration in recognition of your remarkable deeds. However, in that month, several events happened that would change the course of your relationship with the Queen forever. Chief of which, being that the two of you fell in love with each other.

However, the gathering was a grand one indeed. Mages priests, nobles, and knights came from all 'round Gwaydor to praise the man who had rescued the Queen. It was at the end of this exquisite feast that you were dubbed a Paladin. The first one in Gwaydor in over fifteen hundred years. A rare honor indeed.

Three years had passed since that night, and you have become even more famous. Removing the threat of Trolls from countryside's all around Gwaydor. Eliminating Ogre's in the mountains far to the north. Destroying hideous beasts that would prey on the innocent people of Gwaydor no matter the nation. Slaying Dragons that had toppled kingdoms hundreds of years ago. And sending foul demons back to the pits of hell. Truly, you have proven yourself worthy of the title Paladin.

But tonight, you stand in the hall of castle Von Swanson, looking at the woman who holds your heart in her hand. And you can see that by the way she looks at you, you hold hers. She sits beside her husband, his majesty Von Swanson, with her three children beside her. You've heard rumors saying that the king has fathered none of her children, and even further that none of them have the same father. Strangely, looking into her eyes, you don't doubt that claim.

As they say, the night is young.