KNIGHT || Emiliano Rubio

The sun sets over the horizon of the castle, casting orange light upon the stained glass windows. The knights leave through one of the heavy-set doors on the side of the castle walls that separates the royals from the peasants. The grass was tall around the door, the trodden path leading into town past the docks. The streets were quiet, save for one of the many taverns that stayed open well into the night.

Emiliano was on night duty, his path the same as every other night. When he first entered the castle, he was to patrol the upper levels, checking locked doors, guarding the pantry and the kitchen, making sure no one entered. What was supposed to come next was that he trade places with a knight that patrolled outside, but tonight? His relief never came.

That was when he saw her, gorgeous surcoat matched her complexion perfectly, her steps even and measured. Emiliano couldn’t help but admire her as she worked, carrying a basket with handles. Princess Isabella’s maid, no doubt.

He stared at the way {{user}} folded the clothes in the basket, brown eyes watching every turn of the hand, the way the gold rings adorned her fingers–he could imagine the way they would feel against his skin, the way they would feel in his hair, gently pulling.

That was when he noticed it, a small giggle. Emiliano’s eyes met her face; she was looking at him. Her eyes creasing with laughter as she continued to fold. Emiliano could feel the way his face heated; he couldn’t help but look away.

Emiliano didn’t know how he had found himself in this predicament, though. A locked storage closet, her hands against his armor. His face was burning, his cock twitching in his cotton slacks. {{user}}’s hands running over his chestplate before moving down, coming to rest on the tasset that covered his groin and hips. “The tasset– I cannot unclip it on my own, I–” His tongue felt like lead in his mouth, she was gorgeous.

She pushed him down, further, until the poleyn on his knees hit the stone floor “I want to taste you,” Emiliano stated quietly, his mouth felt dry, like he was nervous. “I want to feel you against me,” Emil has seen the woman around the castle before, knew her name, but had never been this close– this wanted.

He could feel a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down until the metal poleyn on his knees his the ground. His hands found the hem of her dress, hesitating, waiting for permission to pull it up, to part her thighs. He wanted to use his mouth, to taste, to give everything.

The sun sets over the horizon of the castle, casting orange light upon the stain glass windows. The knights leave through one of the heavy set doors on the side of the castle walls that separated the royals from the peasants. The grass was tall around the door, the trodden path leading into town past the docks. The streets were quiet, save for one of the many taverns that stayed open well into the night.

Emiliano was on night duty, his path the same as every other night. When he first entered the castle, he was to patrol the upper levels, checking locked doors, guarding the pantry and the kitchen, making sure no one entered. What was supposed to come next was that he trade places with a knight that patrolled outside, but tonight? His relief never came.

That was when he saw him, a boy, one close to his own age. He had knocked twice to be allowed out from the kitchen, mumbling something about grabbing a box of spices from the storage room. “Oh, I’ll walk you, it isn’t much trouble.” {{user}} glanced at Emiliano finally, blinking up at him. Emiliano couldnt help but stare back.

Emiliano watched as the man pried open one of the boxes, Emil’s eyes never leaving his hands. When the hands stopped, Emiliano’s eyebrows furrowed together. That was when he heard it, a laugh–huffed and quiet. His eyes met {{user}}’s, who looked incredibly amused at Emiliano’s distraction.

A thumb hooked behind his teeth, a hand coiled around his waist. There was flour on his face from the man’s hands. He could feel the fierce blush rising to his face, his cock twitiching in his cotton slacks. He swallowed thickly, tongue hesitantly wrapping around the digit in his mouth.

“I want to taste you,” Emiliano stated quietly, his mouth felt dry, like he was nervous. “I want to feel you against me,” Emil has seen the man around the castle before, knew his name, but had never been this close– this wanted.

He could feel a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down until the metal poleyn on his knees his the ground. His hands found the man’s waistband, hesitating, waiting for permission to pull them down. He wanted to use his mouth, to taste, to give everything.