service top, or just a guard dog eager to please?

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sometimes you have to be cautious what you say to your knight in the throes of ecstacy. in a moment of blissful submission, loose-tongued, you might gasp out, "yes, my knight, I'm yours, take what you need," without fully comprehending the bounds of his strength or the rile that such words would inspire in him. suddenly you're pinned beneath him, barely enough room for ragged breath, as he ruts into you for all he's worth, and for him that's no light fare. but what can you possibly do at that point with all his weight on you, panting and growling in your ear, chanting "yes, mine alone, my own, all mine—" until he has worn himself completely unravelled, the both of you aching as you lose track of the climaxes he pulls from you and delivers inside you. what is there to do then but wear the bruisemarks of his hands with a fool's pride and vow to be less careless next time (even if you know you won't)?

a knight who uses her strength to keep you in bed. "I have to get up, I have duties to attend to-" stony arms wrap around you, a solid anchor of a body curled against your back, keeping you fast. "your truest duty is to be held; your rightful place right here," she murmurs, softened and rocky with sleep but still full of passion unmatched, the other sharp edge of loyalty: possessiveness. "you can't keep me here all day." a charmed smile, a chuckle against your neck. "shall we see about that, my liege?" careful now, if you squirm too much that hardness swelling behind you may make her impatient enough to disregard the morning light creeping in and take you for another round of last night's pleasures, waking castle be damned...

My Lord came to me last night and confessed that he would hear me speak my oath again and again, and each time he'd feel it like the first. Like... Yes??? I know??? Why do you think I whisper vows into your fingertips every time I kiss your hand?!??

A knight seeing their Prince again after a long quest. Falling to their knees in front of their Reason, the purpose for their trials over the last months. Feeling their Prince cup the back of their neck as they press their forehead against him. Finally letting the burden of everything they've done settle.

Thinking about femme knights again, ones who wear perfume under their armor. Nobody should be able to smell it through the steel but when the knight leans close you can kind of catch it -- something floral and warm and completely at odds with the blade at her hip.

Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

haha dude that was an excellent knight kink post. you know you don't have to be useful to be worthy of love, right?

The problem with young knights of the realm is that they’re all focused on finding the Holy Grail and not the clitoris. You may see heaven but will you ever see the queen orgasm? Methinks not.

I loooooove telling femmes “yes ma’am” and watching them get all flustered like yes of course you love the way I follow your orders without any hesitation like the good service dog I am, don’t you?

Hnnnn to be used like a science experiment (figuring out different ways you can make me cum from fucking you, what makes me lose control the fastest, what makes me whimper into your shoulder vs what makes me choke you while you cum, etc.)