Open to: m/nb Connection: taboo welcome [e.g.: professor/boss/king/knight (could be relarted to her as a step/half sibling) etc.] Setting: medieval or modern
"I see the way you stare at me when you think that I won't notice. Why do you deny yourself of taking what you want? Afraid you'll ruin your reputation and my own, hm?"
"Well, then my king, do what you will." She purred, her breath hitching in her throat as he reached between her thighs, as much enjoyment as she found in wearing it (for she had the key and could decide when to take it off) she wished that it wasn't on her, so he could play with her pussy without trouble. A moan slipped from her tongue upon being pushed back on the bed, her fingers tangled in his hair as heated kisses and touches began to fall all over her body.
"My sweet," she moaned softly, thrusting her hips up to press into his hand some more, until she had the key taken out from a secret pouch on the sleeve of her nightgown. She bit down on her botton lip as she reached down to unlock it, sighing in content when she heard the familiar click. "Please, I want to truly feel your touch upon me, I have been aching for it for so long, Your Majesty." She put the key back and guided his hands into taking the device off, her pale cheeks heating up as she laid on his bed with her most private parts uncovered, glistening with her arousal for the knight, her king as she was in his domain.
Just at that moment, as Tristan was leaning in to taste his Queen, there began a pounding on the door. Tristan growling in frustration as he moved towards the door making sure that whomever it was couldn't see who was keeping him company.
"What?" He growled thrusting open the door to be greeted by his squire telling him that there was an enemy army marching on the castle and he was needed to defend it and it's people.
Tristan told him that he would be there shortly and to wait outside before shutting the door and turning back to Morgana and telling her the situation.
As they both put there clothing back on Tristan pulled back his bookcase revealing a secret tunnel that once upon a time was used by the king's most trusted knight to ferry the king's mistresses to his rooms without prying eyes seeing. Tristan had used it himself to visit the old king and play chess, his son knew nothing about the tunnel so Morgana would be safe to make her way back to the royal rooms in privacy. He leaned in and kisses Morgana telling her that he'd see her out there on the field of battle and she returned the favour with a kiss of her own.
"What?" Morgana growled and sat up when he moved away from her. She stayed put as she waited for his return and once the situation was explained to her she scrambled to her feet and began to dress up in her haste she left her belt behind, although the key remained with her.
"Tristan?" She asked and furrowed her brows together in confusion when he pulled back the bookcase, despite using the servant's path on her way to his chambers, she had no idea that such a halfway existed. The Queen nodded at his words, taking his hands in her own hesitantly before she pulled him down for a kiss of her own. "Be careful, Ser Knight, I'll still be in need of your services." She said before she slipped away from him into the tunnel, going to her own chambers to change into something appropriate to fight in, if it came down to that, her long dark hair braided back and now with trousers and chainmail on she moved to sheath her sword.
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The battlefield was as messy as she had heard her father and knights say, blood and mud and Lord knew what got splattered across armours. She was yet to dip her sword into the enemy, but still she kept it in her hand, regardless of her husband's or the guard assuring her that there was no need, none of the enemy would get to them; Oh, how wrong they were she thought when men charged towards them like they were mad. She injured one and killed the other, as far as she could tell, dazed as she sliced into flesh, blood splattering over her armour and her cheeks. She didn't have time to wipe it away, her gaze flickering to the King laying on the ground. Was he dead? Injured? About to die? She pondered and wanted to check it, perhaps make it certain that it was her first assumption, but there were more people to fight.
Tristan roared as he slashed and cut through the opposing army, specks of blood splashing over his face as more and more of the armour clad soldiers ran towards each other, arrows flying through the air driving into metal and flesh.
With not a moment's hesitation, Tristan continued forward into the chaos, someone's head rolling past him on the floor. Over to his left he spotted a large warrior of the opposing army battling four infantrymen killing 2 of them as Tristan made his way over kicking the larger man square in the chest to get his attention.
The larger man turned and swung for him, Tristan dodging left and right to avoid the massive sword, using his speed and agility advantage to maintain distance and keep the more powerful man back, the frustration visibly growing across his face.
Tristan kept avoiding as he waited for his opportunity which shortly came, as he swung the giant man let his frustration get to him causing him to over reach allowing Tristan to move to the side and plunge his sword into the larger man's neck as he stumbled, hewas dead before hitting the ground.
Tristan took a moment to look over towards Morgana seeing her pick up a bow and start picking off the soldiers before turning to clear a path for him to get in behind their lines and take out their leadership.
