The Fall of a Knight

You were one of the most respected knights of the southern kingdom. You had been trained by the best since young age, allowing you to reach a position of respect and power that few could ever acquire even through a lifetime. You had sworn an oath to keep the crown and kingdom safe against anything and up to this point you had been more than successful.

You were a hardened warrior at barely 26 and thanks to your intense training many considered you to be the best of the best. No other soldier could even compare, struggling to even keep up against you when sparring. This has lead to your fellow knights giving you respect, but also to many of them feeling distrustful of what you could do.

Many admired you, not only because of your knighthood, but because you were also considered one of the most beautiful women on the kingdom. Despite your intense training your body was kept lean, with the muscles seeming to accentuate your figure beautifully, you also had a tan from being outside so often. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.

Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would never allow you to admit it to yourself, but it was a truth as undeniable as the sky being blue. You had fantasies of a different life for yourself. A life that didn't revolve around knighthood, but the complete opposite. Many times you had dreamt of being swept away by a man and taken in a savage way. You loved the idea of being defeated by a group of bandits and having them take advantage of your body once you were unable to fight anymore. You fantasized about being ordered by your lord to strip naked and walk around the kingdom, displaying your erotic form for everyone to look at and humiliate.

Any time an idea like this crossed your mind you had to actively stop yourself from moaning or reaching a hand to play with yourself. The desire of being completely submissive was so tempting. You wished to be taken away and allowed to live your perverted fantasies. But alas, you were also a woman of honour. You had made an oath, and as enticing as turning it down in favour of giving in to your carnal desires, you were better than that. And thus, those remained as fantasies and nothing more.

You sigh thinking about your life. You are happy where you are but can't help feeling some disappointment sometimes. However, it is nothing that can be solved and thus you simply wait for whatever new task or quest comes your way.