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Chapter 3 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

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"I shall never let them harm you, Sophia, my love..."

...you say as Queen Sophia melts in your arms. You both embrace with the knowledge of the shared doomed prospects. Her hands caress your cheeks passing the rougher scars of campaigns long past. You grasp her lithe palms. Gazing into each other's eyes you kiss.

"A Knight-Protector and the Queen he was sworn to protect, ah, but they fell in love. Scandal of the century? If only the court nobility were still around and vitreous as ever, they would feast upon us!" She said eyeing you like meat. "Take off your armor then, let me see you without the pomp and frills that our titles demand of us."

You comply, removing your steel plates, leaving only a thin layer of cotton between the two of you. Once again, your eyes meet, then you lift her as you two begin to become wild and ravenous with lust. Harsh marks of claws belonging to a beast scrape down what little exposed skin there is. Clothes are done away with altogether after pretenses of nobility are shed. The Queen grips you with her legs as her stallion, your bodies connected through an ecstasy of the heart.

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*Thud*

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*Thud*

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_*Thud* _You awaken, hours have past and the sun has set, the candles have all run cold. You hear screaming from beyond Sophia's bedchambers.

You hear screaming from beyond Sophia's bedchambers.

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