After the joust, when the entire court was still cheering his name, my knight didn't care about the gold, the glory or the king's praise... he only looked at me. And the second we were alone in my chambers? He dropped to his knees in full armor, still breathing hard from the battle and ready to serve me as always. Look at my loyal mutt, here to collect his real reward.
I let him worship me like he'd been starving for it. He peeled my gown open with trembling hands and buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking like a man possessed. When I finally climbed on top and started riding him, he shamelessly moaned my title like a prayer. "Thank you for letting me serve you, princess… thank you for using me, your highness."
He doesn't fight for the kingdom... he fights for the privilege of being used by his princess.
