Follow on from my last post: using the knight's sword for knife play.
The knight, forces the princess back at the tip of her sword until she stumbles against her bedside table, her feet catching in the hem of her night-gown
The princess scrambles for the jewellery atop it, "Please, Sir, don't hurt me!" the princess's voice is pleading but her eyes are shining with want, "Just take the jewels and leave."
The knight, presses in. A nimble turn of the wrist and the flat of their sword is laying against the princess's clavicle. The cold edge drawing a thin red line across her chest, "Oh, my lady." the knight says with faux-chivalry, "It's your virtue I want tonight."
The princess, lets the jewels clatter to the floor as the knight draws their blade down her torso, leaving her gown hanging limply off her shoulders. She should be incensed, never has a lady of her rank been treated in such a way, but she doesn't think that at all. Instead she shivers as the blade draws down below her waist, making her skin buzz with arousal.
The knight, notices. Their eyes having been watching the princess as she became ever more pliant under their blade, "Aw princess, cold are we." The knight lets out a dry chuckle before closing the gap between them, "Here, let me warm you up." Their hands grope at the princess's exposed chest making her whimper with surprise as the leather gloves of her knight move against her skin.
The princess, finds herself being shoved back onto the bed and mounted by her knight. Who simultaneously draws a dagger from their boot. Drumming it against her chest they say, "Now be good, and we'll both enjoy this."
The princess, will have trouble explaining the marks to her chambermaid come the morning.