Shinning armor

Five months passed.

You expected debauchery and humiliation to follow your every step. Instead you found an indiferent Lord and companions that well respected your swordsmanship. Orders were few, and usually involved mere tax collection. Overall you felt frustrated.

Sparring became the only way to find relief. Your body needed the adrenalim, the harder the enemy the better. Sometimes your weapon is sent flying and you think "it is now" only it isnt. The hand that is offered merely helps you stand, and you throw yourself into another round, hoping for a different outcome this time around.

Aldumette one day calls you

"Ophelia, you must think so far your service has been acceptable, but you have failed in one of the most basic duties a Knight have. Do you know what it is?" His voice doesnt sound angry, and you curse yourself for the antecipation you feel. Your lips say "No my Lord, but I am willing to atone, if you would forgive me".

"Call it that if you will. I will call it a loan, and I expect to be repaid in a month. Your attire was found lacking, despite being a knight your armor is no better than the chain mail my guards usually wear. I ordered something suitable to be prepared for you"

You raise your eyes, and is impressed to find a gleaming armor in front of you. Its breast plate is finally carved, wide enough to hold your generous bosom, and with the detail to suggest what is beneath. The greases and gauntlents, likewise, show a beautiful work, with etched flowers and birds. "The shield" Aldumette orders.

Your face reddens when you see it. An upturned heart, with a sword poised up in the middle, and two silver coins beneath. Or an waiting ass, ready to be fucked, for two silver coins. "it... it is all too much, my Lord. I couldnt hope to possibly pay for it"

"Foolishness. Many of my knights are in debt, and I wont have you called the vagabond knight. Now go, I have other business to attend to." Perhaps, but in your case most of your wages went to Isabella, who grew heavy with Philip´s child. Guilty of ****, most villagers shunned the two brothers, and finding work was impossible.

In your rooms you don the armor, and find it light and serviceable. You also noticed that even the brigandine only serves as a short skirt to cover your wet sex, your tights are otherwise uncover by the erotic armor. Sights, whore knight indeed.

A light tap on your door. It is that chubby servant that first approached you. "yes, may i help you?" you ask the lecher. He shows you a handful of gold coins, and stutter "i-is th-is en-enough?". You have the impression of hearing something moving, and imagine Aldumette sitting behind your mirror.

There is a tense silence for long moments. Theron´s sword, Viresse, is right by your side, and you consider thrusting it in this pig´s heart. But today it is an armor, tomorrow will be a horse, and who knows what will be next? You turn from him, and says "Come on in, take a sit in bed". You begin to undress the armor, but he says "Wait... leave it on, please."

"If i hear you whimper one more time, I will throw you out of the window." Your words are spit with venom. "And if you cum before I do, I will make you tongue me clean."

You unlace his pants, and finds a surprisingly engorged member. He doesnt need much help to be fully erect. Touching it sends shiver of pleasure down your pussy.

You move towards the mirror, turns toward the wall, and raise your ass. He cups your melting pussy, but you say "No... my ass."

"you are dry... it will hurt you"

"I know." His cock begins to pry open your tight ass. He gruntles in pain, and forgets all the mercy he felt for you, he grabs hold of your hiked hump, and forces himself in. Unable to avoid, you cry in pain.

You open your eyes, and see your passion taken face reflected in the mirror. It hurts more than you expected, and tears are rolling down your eyes. You imagine you hear the distant sound of fapping, and curse the voyer that may be watching you even now. "Please! please stop" you cant take it any more, but he shows no sign of heeding you. "I... i will do anything" but he continues to thrust deep inside you, strecthing your shithole more and more. Your cries are interwoven with moans, and you dont stop begging.

You can barely register when he climax, lost in your own. Without his support, you slide down to the floor, and find your eyes level with his semi erect pick. Without any coersion you take him in your mouth, and despite the foul taste slurp him hard and clean.

"Do you have more?" you ask him, but he shakes his head "then come back next month". You kiss his cock again, mildly wondering how much it tasted like Theron´s.