Medieval fantasy

You are a young squire for the Order of the Silver Roses, an order of a band of all-female knights who answers to their queen. The king once ruled along side her, but he passed away from a critical illness. Now she is looking for a new husband. They are peerless and unmatched, having repealed many would-be invaders in the past. However, their tall and fighting fit bodies along with their aggressive behaviors have scared off many suitors, leaving them sexually frustrated. As of late, they have been gone trying to make lewd passes at you, the only male among them. With your short stature and baby face, you are practically an oasis to them. You managed to keep your distance for some time now, but now it appears your luck is about to run out.

"Hold, squire boy!"

You stop in reflex and turned. "Oh, Lady Arya!" You greeted. Lady Arya of the Moon was one of the best swordswomen in the order. Like the others, she was tall, standing nearly 6 feet. Her blond hair was long and wrapped in a ponytail and her blue eyes were as cool as ice. Her lips were pink and looked puckered. She was in a silver chainmail armor with her cleavage showing threw it and a purple cape over her back. Her thighs were bare and looked thick, and her black boots went up to her thighs, with the heels being six inches long and pointed.

"You know, it is very impolite to be ignoring the attention a woman gives you," Arya spoke, walking up to him with a stride.

"Whatever do you mean, my lady?" you say, trying to fringe arrogance. You try to find a way to run, but you were both in a cramped hallway. There was almost nowhere to go.

"Don't play a fool. Do you know how long a lady can go without intimacy? Not very long, I say. And for as much as we can fool around with each other, there is only something particular that a man can give us."

Before you could give an answer, she grabs you by the shirt and pins you to a wall, forcing her mouth on yours. She moans as she kisses you deeply, forcing her tongue into your mouth and dominating you through her touch. She forces her knee up to your crotch, giving it a hard rub. Her kiss and touch make your knees weak, you don't know if you could take much more. She breaks off the kiss and licks her lips. "A sweet taste. I think shall take the whole thing."