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6. The Carriage Clatter
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Only a couple hours passed before Hatty came to fetch me. I looked down as the armor rested heavier on me now, not in weight, but in purpose. The sort of weight that comes from knowing people will see you and expect something. Fear. Hope. Action. But something.
I sighed as I stood to follow. We walked through the castle's old bones, down the cracked stairs and out into the courtyard. The last light of day streaked over the hilltop, painting everything in a rusted red shadow. At the gate stood Alicent, arms crossed, her crimson cloak pooling around her boots like blood.
A carriage waited nearby. It looked old, but polished. The horses seemed alert as they clopped at the ground. The whole thing felt like a touch of ceremony, despite the kingdom's state.
"A carriage for you," Alicent said, voice cold at first, but then solemn for some reason, "Does this end your service, Hatty?"
Hatty grinned wide, hands on her hips, and ready to tease Alicent, "Hmmm, I don't know. Mmmaybe. Nah, I don't think so, Red. I like what they call me around these parts."
"You can't honestly," Alicent scoffed with disgust as Hatty gave a little wink in her direction.
"When no one would join your empty army," Hatty interrupted, stepping forward saluting, "I was there. Ready and willing. Even before I knew about the precious tea set," Her eyes gleamed towards it, inside the carriage on the seat, "They called me mad. The Mad Knight. And you know what? I love it."
She threw her head back and cackled. Alicent rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck, but she said nothing, just turned her gaze to me.
"You," her tone sharpened back up, "You really slayed the Jabberwock?"
I scratched the back of my neck under the armor's collar, "Uh… yeah."
She huffed and stepped closer as the wind tugged lightly at her red silks, "You represent me out there. My name. My kingdom. The things you do reflect on the crown. I don't care if you make a name for yourself or not. Or how you do it. BUT if you ever make me look bad…"
Alicent narrowed her eyes, almost smiling with a threatening aura, "I'll cut your head off myself."
I gulped, "No problem."
Her gaze lingered, hard as stone, then she stepped back. "I'd ask your true name," she said, "But it doesn't matter anymore. You're the White Rose Knight now."
She waved a hand like swatting away a stray leaf, "Be on your way. Solve this problem in DumDee, and I'll see about what's next."
Hatty patted my shoulder, already moving toward the carriage, "Come along, Rosey."
We climbed in, the door shut behind us, and with a jolt, the wheels began to roll. Soon, the castle shrank behind us, swallowed by the trees and dusk. I leaned back against the velvet interior of the carriage, trying to process the day, and everything that had led to this moment.
So here I am… Knight of a ruined queen. Hero by accident. Wearing armor that used to mean something. I wasn't even sure what I was anymore. Or who I'm supposed to be.
Hatty sat across from me in the dim lantern light, legs crossed, humming a tune I didn't recognize. We rode in silence for a while. The only sound was the clip-clop of hooves and the gentle creak of the wood.
Then I looked up. She was staring at me. Or maybe had been staring the whole time, "You've got a great cock, you know that?" she said suddenly, biting her bottom lip like it owed her something.
I blinked, "Oh… uh. Thanks."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees with a grin that meant trouble, "We've got a little time to kill before we get there."
She raised her brows, a wicked glint in her eyes. There was a hunger in it. A challenge. Like this was just another battle for me. Even if it was a different kind of swordplay.
"You want a proper send-off don't you, Sir Rose?" she teased.
I let out a breath, shaking my head on disbelief and half a laugh escaping, "This job just keeps getting weirder."
Hatty smiled wider. "Well, welcome to the court, Knight."
"Is this a regular thing?" I asked, eyes locked on hers, "You know, you did trick me."
She smirked, sitting back just enough to stretch her arms behind her head, "Did I? I never really lied to you. If you were paying attention."
I opened my mouth to retort, but nothing came out.
"Exactly," she said, with a shrug, "But who cares? The past is the past, and we're here now." She shifted closer again, her legs brushing against mine, "Don't you want to have my real body this time? Don't you like it?"
She said it like a dare, like she already knew the answer.
Of course I'm fucking curious now, you tease.
Honestly, as I glanced over Hatty from head toe again, I realize I've never been the type to chase a certain shape or figure. What drew me in was their presence. How a person carried themselves. And let me tell you… Hatty carried herself like a woman who'd already won the game, but was deciding whether or not to let you play.
She was brash, sharp, and unpredictable. Alive in a way that made everything else seem too quiet. I've never met anyone like her at all. Now we were alone, with no royal eyes upon us or monsters about.
"Yes," I finally said, smirking, "You're the most attractive Mad Knight I've ever met."
She laughed, a full, genuine laugh that made her nose crinkle and her head tilt back. Then she slid forward and reached for my waist, "Damn right I am."
Her hands were swift towards my crotch, undoing what I'd started and tugging the rest of the way with a casual boldness. Her fingers brushed up the shaft as I began to rise.
"You're lucky I like sweet talk," she said, leaning in for a whisper, "Otherwise, I would have made you earn it again. Get your hands a little dirty and all that."
"Isn't that still on the schedule?" I teased, breath hitching and she grabbed hold.
Hatty grinned like she wanted a reason to throw me out of the carriage just to climb on top of me in the dirt. Then, leaning in closer, her lips brushed just beneath my jaw, "You can owe me one."
The lantern above swayed as the carriage turned, casting her face in flickering light and shadow. She looked wild like that in the half light and half darkness. Mad indeed.
I then pulled up the armor top and set it aside out of the way. I looked down to see how hard I got and big I looked in her small hands as firmly grasped it.
Hatty was kind of a freak! It seemed like she had a big appetite and dick was all she wanted.
She pursed her lips around my head and started licking it up and down. Her tongue felt warm and my body started feeling fuzzy, like I was melting in her mouth.
It seemed like she could tell I was enjoying myself a little too much…. because she stopped and released me, "Now, now. Don't get too far ahead of me."
Hatty stood and turned around, pulling down her pants with a little wiggle of her ass, seductively pushing it against me. As she bent, the light swam up her legs, teasing me with a glimpse of her real pussy. The carriage rumbled like it ran over a big rock and she fell backwards.
I caught her by the ass cheeks as she let out a little yelp before smiling over her should as she pushed downward onto my dick. It slid into her with ease as she had already dripped with anticipation.
As I entered, I noticed the feel was different than the first time. I guess she really took the form of all of the queen, because while she felt just as wet, she was much tighter than before. I grabbed her by the hips as she faced away from me and she started grinding up and down.
The vibrations from the carriage ride really added to all the sensations. It made me thrust up harder than I intended and Hatty down faster than she meant. So much so, that both of us were quickly leaking and causing a big mess between the two of us.
I didn't know if the nipple pinching was exclusive to the queen's body or if that part was her. I reached around her perky, smaller boobs and grabbed onto her puffy nipples, giving each a pinch. She moaned and her legs trembled, going wobbly and limp, falling back onto me. It seems that it might work on both of them perhaps, but either way, it was my turn to keep things going.
I let go of her nipples and grabbed each leg, pulling them up back behind her head. Giving me leverage and the sight of her face. Red and dazed. This was quickly turning into the most passionate, hot, intimate, sex I've ever had. And in a moving carriage no less!
As I thrusted up, in and out of her pussy while holding her the way I was, she began to gush all over the carriage floor. She was heating up with an intensity against me. An orgasm was coming.
The carnal act of no words, just sex, was something I hadn't really experienced before. It was becoming too much for myself. I started tapering, slowing down as sweat drenched my neck.
"No don't stop!" exclaimed Hatty, regaining control of our bodies.
She twisted around on my dick to face me and started to aggressively grind against my midsection. I couldn't help but arch forward grabbing onto her hips tightly once again, this time letting her have her way.
"I'm cumming!" We both said at the same time, as I thrusted up in place losing breath. She grind out every drop, wriggling on me until she was satisfied.
She finally came to a halt as I fell back into the seat and then Hatty followed on top of me. Sweat pouring down each of us, mixing together. I could feel the cum rolling out of her and down my dick with a splash on the floor. She sat back up and stepped off of me letting out a couple of giggles as her legs seemed to wobble. Hatty then began to put her clothes back on already. I could barely move, but I went about it myself, just slowly.
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End Part 6
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-𝐓𝐡𝐞 ֶָ֢ 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰ᝰ.ᐟ