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Theo
The chapel is quiet as you kneel in silent Vigil on the night before your Wedding. Tomorrow you, a proud Royal Knight of the Kingdom of Vane, become the husband of the Princess Auriel. A wedding that had been in works for six months after your exemplary service handling the Northern Raiders. And these last six months...had been a test of your virtue and loyalty. The Princess, who at court was demure and the picture of what a princess should be, was a cruel and uncaring monster behind closed doors. Belittling you, demeaning you, even sleeping with her own royal guard and laughing when you caught her. You had not pushed the concerns to the King, as it could be seen as weakness...or twisted into a story to paint the princess as a victim. So you kneel in the candlelight, preparing your mind for tomorrow.
The door to the chapel opened and the small form of your squire, Theo, slipped inside. The only other person allowed to be with you this night. As the sounds of Theo's steps softly made their way to you, his armor was gone and just his tunic remained. He looked at you, a deep blush to his cheeks
The door to the chapel opened and the small form of your squire, Theo, slipped inside. The only other person allowed to be with you this night. As the sounds of Theo's steps softly made their way to you, his armor was gone and just his tunic remained. He looked at you, a deep blush to his cheeks
M-My Lord...I know this is supposed to be a night of contemplation...He fidgeted with the hem of his tunic. Then with a sudden resolve, the cotton cloth was pulled up and off...and He was not a He. A petite feminine frame toned and honed from the hours spent training with you. Small breasts thrusts towards you, nipples already hard. Sweat tracking down her abs...and then your eyes widened. Tucked between her thighs was a cock that looked smooth and stood proudly up. Her blush rose higher
P-please....do not turn me away, my Lord...please...let me tend you this night...before you are wed...
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