Fucking the Dark Knight, how can it not work?

The masque was indeed beautiful. Despite the rough reputation, Niran was a land of elegance and charm. Nobles and peasants danced and caroused behind their masks, mingling with joy. Perhaps you were mistaken, perhaps this was simply going to be an uneventful, pleasant night.

Amanda saw it first. In balcony, Dawn was in the throes of passion, her lover obviously skilled and well endowned. She was pressed against a marble column, he was holding her and fucking her, for lack of a better word. It was fascinating and exciting, to even imagine doing it just like that, where just about anyone could see!

She whispered to the queen, and she at first shared the arousal, but suddenly went pale. "It is him", she murmured. Dawn appeared to have a torrid orgasm, and that is when it all started!

Gargoyles crashed through the windows, wiping the castle guards with great ease. The court apparently wasnt without its own mystical protections, for a marble goddess of Kystai, protector of justice, did animate and tried to fend of the attackers. It was as useless as it was obscene, The goddess was quickly brought to her knees by the demonic rapers, you could only pray to have the same fate.

It was all happening too fast. In panic, you reach for the closest bottle, and smash it in the queen´s head. There was no blood, hopefully she would be ok in the morning. Just in time...

The Dark Knight. He was strolling in with ease, ignoring the ruckus that was still going on around him. He was heading in your direction, or in the queen´s. Each step sent made your heart flutter faster, this was the masculine hunk that so virily performed in your dreams. He drew his sword, a malevolent blade famous for grieving widows and orphan children. He wasnt going to hesitate to use it.

"Hail the Dark Knight, conqueror of Niran, rightful King of the Land." That gave him pause, but he was still suspicious "Long have the injustice served him endure, terrible the sins commited against him past." And to the cowardly crowd, you say "Ignorant you have been of this man´s plight, but no more! The king, his tormentor, has long received his due, so what excuse do you have to deny him his birthright? Truth should be plain"

Your eyes note a few more people joining, but these had a cruel look to them. Undoubtly the Dark Knight´s comrades. But you ignore them, your long time goal is so close.

"And how have you heard of these things, woman? will you claim the gift of foresight?" His mockery tone made light of your tespian ruse, but if you failed here your life would be forfeit. "Nay, nothing supernatural, your majesty. It was confided to me in secret, by the Queen of Niran. Lovers talk freely, passionate lovers yell." Stepping closer, you kiss the tip of his sword, wishing it a more fleshly weapon. Many in the crowd heard this beautiful newcomer indulged in the queen´s graces, and now began to wonder if she was, indeed, speaking true.

The Dark knight has a smug expression, and declares to the crowd "Your king returns! Rejoice now, that is your king´s command!" And they did! after his blasphemous swords vibrated with hallow influence, a maddening wind takes over the revelers, and they resume their celebration with ease and enthusiasm.

"Now, my lady... why dont you tell me who you are?" He is overbearing. A warrior, strong and true. He reeks of **** and power, and his eyes are consumed with lust. Despite his recent intercourse with that whore, Dawn, he was taunt and ready.

"Me? I am Baroness Rebecca Ulintine" He was devouring you with his eyes, promising obsenities with his every breath. It was invigorating to know how much he carved how. "Baroness, allow me to say you are, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The Baron is a lucky man."

"The baron..." your mind imagines the fairly fit, handsome man you married long ago "isnt here, but you are. Which one of you is the luckiest?"He tried to grasp your butt, but you wouldnt allow him. His annoyance was clear, he wasnt used to have women have a say on this. He raised his hand to slap you, but you were faster, and laid a full kiss in his lips.

He was dazed, intoxicated. Your mere fingers lift his chin, and you bring him to his throne. While not quite dancing, your sinuous curves entice him even under your dress, and each time he makes to raise you sit him back.

His attention snap back once you slip out his knife. But you lick its lenght and hilt, specially circling its weighty knot, and he is mesmerized by your show. You start cutting his clothes off, not bothering if you nick him once or twice in the process. He is lust mad with his nakedness.

You strip for him with tauntalizing slowness, softness. The silk slides as a lovers caress, a prelude to the rough sex you yearn for. His grasping hands take hold of your generous breasts, and the bastard doesnt even need long to make you moan with desire.

Amanda and Anne are nearby, softly masturbating to your show. You turn in their direction, away from the sitting Knight, and savor his dick slowly entering your craving cunt. This is the rhythim you set, slow and steady, casual and suave. His hands are equally acceptiving, caressing your back and front, making you moan with each caress.

You see the queen stir, already recovering conscience. Your moans only quicken the process. His large hands cup your breasts perfectly, massanging them with great skill, but you are the one in control. Pleasurable as his hands may be, he just cant control the earnest desire in his moans for more. You obligue, albeit a little. His cock begins to pistol in and out faster, he howls with desire, but you deny him anymore than you are willing to give. Your orgasm is brewing, and you begin to massage your clitoris to outstanding effects. Your power over him is unwavering, even in the throes of orgasm, and you slowdown when you feel cock starting to ejaculate deep within your waiting womb. His cock remains hard rock while you imagine the powerful son his seed would create.

Sliding out, and finding this stiff treasure, you shift slightly your position, and have his legendary tool set in a completely different hole. He wail in pain as his cock is **** in the exquisetly tight hole, calling you names and curses that sound like flattery to your ears. This time you are fast and furious, almost jumping up and down on his cock, your bouncy breasts the most beautiful image this courtroom ever saw. This time even this glorious hunk cant resist, his earth shattering orgasm knocks him out of his sense.

The party had, of course, evolved into an orgy. Anne and Amanda had their share of lovers, but with morning there would be a new regime, one governed by the most evil man in the kingdom. With the haste and skillfulness that only comes with practise, the trio deftly navigates through the collective sex. A last glance reveals the Queen had crawled over to the knight, and was cleaning his semi flacid tool with the dedication of a **** girl. She was going to be fine.

In retrospect, it all worked according to plan. You knew in your heart that his seed would hold true, and that you would soon have the son of the most powerful knight alive.

But perhaps, he deserves a brother...