In the heart of medieval Europe, a young princess named Elara lived in a grand castle with her royal family. Her days were filled with lessons, duties, and the company of her lady-in-waiting, Isolde, and her handmaiden, Sybil.
Isolde was a mischievous and forward young woman who delighted in gossiping about the handsome knights of the realm. She often regaled Elara with stories of Sir dragon, the castle's most striking knight. His broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and piercing blue eyes set hearts aflutter among the ladies of the court.
"Oh, Elara," Isolde would sigh dreamily. "Have you seen Sir dragon in his armor? The way it hugs his muscular form... I can only imagine what lies beneath!"
Sybil, a shy but curious maid, would blush at Isolde's bold words but couldn't help adding her own thoughts. "I've heard from the other maids that Sir dragon's cock is as impressive as the rest of him. Thick and long, perfect for filling a woman up."
Elara would listen to their raunchy conversations with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. The thought of Sir dragon's naked body would send a strange warmth through her virgin form, causing an unfamiliar ache between her thighs.
Whenever Elara had occasion to speak with Sir dragon, she would find herself flustered and tongue-tied. Her heart would race, and her skin would tingle at his proximity. She would sneak glances at his strong hands, imagining them touching her in ways that made her blush.
One fateful afternoon, Elara found herself alone in the castle's gardens. As she walked along the path, she heard a faint moaning coming from a nearby bush. Curious, she peeked around the foliage and froze at the sight before her.
There, in the grass, lay Sir dragon and one of the castle maids. He was on top of her, his hips moving rhythmically as he fucked her with deep, powerful thrusts. The maid's skirt was hiked up around her waist, and Sir dragon's large cock disappeared between her thighs with each stroke.
Elara knew she should look away, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the lewd display. She watched as Sir dragon grabbed the maid's wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight enough to leave marks on her delicate skin. He spanked her hard, leaving red handprints on her plump bottom.
"Naughty girl," Sir dragon growled, punctuating each word with a firm smack. "You've been begging for my cock all day. Well, here it is. Take it all like a good little slut."
The maid whimpered and writhed beneath him, but Elara could see the look of pure pleasure on her face. She was clearly enjoying Sir dragon's rough treatment.
As Elara watched, she felt a dampness between her own thighs. Without realizing it, she had brought a hand to her skirt and began to rub herself through the fabric. Her untouched pussy throbbed with a need she didn't fully understand.
She was so absorbed in the scene before her that she didn't notice Sir dragon glancing up, his eyes locking with hers. A slow, knowing smile spread across his handsome face as he continued to pound into the maid.
Elara gasped, pulling her hand away as if burned. She turned to flee, her heart pounding in her chest. But as she ran back to the castle, she couldn't shake the image of Sir dragon's intense gaze or the way his hard cock had stretched the maid's tight hole.
That night, Elara lay in bed, tossing and turning as her body ached with unfamiliar desires. She couldn't stop thinking about Sir dragon's naked body, his powerful thrusts, and the way he had dominated the maid with such skill.
Unable to resist any longer, she slid a hand beneath her nightgown and touched herself properly for the first time. She mimicked the rhythm of Sir dragon's hips, imagining it was his cock sliding through her virgin folds.
Elara came hard, biting her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure. As she drifted off to sleep, she knew that her innocence had been irrevocably shattered. And deep down, she knew that this was only the beginning of her forbidden desires.
Elara felt like she was losing her mind. The image of Sir dragon fucking the maid was seared into her brain, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw his powerful body moving above her. She was constantly flushed and on edge, her body aching for a release she couldn't quite grasp.
Days turned into weeks, and Elara's desperation only grew. She would find any excuse to be near Sir dragon, her heart racing and her breath quickening at the mere sight of him. But she knew that as a princess, she had to maintain her composure. She couldn't give in to her base desires, no matter how much her body yearned for his touch.
One afternoon, Elara decided to take a walk through the castle grounds. As she strolled along the path, she heard the sound of hoofbeats behind her. Turning, she saw Sir dragon approaching on his horse, his armor glinting in the sunlight.
He dismounted gracefully and bowed before her. "Your Highness, what a pleasure to see you out and about. Might I have the honor of accompanying you?"
Elara nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Of course, Sir dragon. I would be delighted."
They walked in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Finally, Sir dragon spoke. "Forgive me for saying so, Princess, but you seem... distracted lately. Is there something troubling you?"
Elara blushed, her cheeks burning with shame and desire. "N-no, nothing is amiss. I'm just... thinking about some matters of state."
Sir dragon raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. They continued walking, the path leading them towards the stables. As they approached the large wooden structure, Sir dragon suddenly stopped and turned to face Elara.
"Princess," he said, his voice low and serious. "I know you've been watching me. In the gardens, with the maid. I saw you there, touching yourself."
Elara's eyes widened in shock, her heart hammering in her chest. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
Sir dragon stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Don't lie to me, Princess. I saw the way you looked at me, the way your body responds to my presence. You want me, don't you?"
Elara trembled under his touch, her resolve crumbling. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I do. God help me, I do."
Sir dragon's eyes darkened with lust, and in one swift motion, he pulled Elara into the stable, pressing her up against the wall. His mouth crashed against hers in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth with hungry desperation.
Elara moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Sir dragon's hair as he pressed his hard body against hers. She could feel his cock straining against his breeches, hot and heavy against her belly.
Sir dragon broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as his hands roamed her body. He cupped her breasts through her dress, squeezing the soft flesh and tweaking her nipples until they were hard peaks.
"Tell me what you want, Princess," he growled against her skin. "Tell me how badly you need my cock."
Elara gasped as his fingers found the hem of her skirt, pushing it up to reveal her stocking-clad thighs. "Please," she whimpered, arching into his touch. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
Sir dragon grinned wickedly, tearing away her undergarments and exposing her slick, virgin pussy to the cool air of the stable. He rubbed his fingers through her folds, groaning at the wetness he found there.
"You're so ready for me," he purred, pushing two fingers inside her tight channel. "Such a good little princess, getting so wet for your knight."
Elara cried out at the sudden intrusion, her pussy clenching around his invading digits. Sir dragon fucked her with his fingers, his thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit until she was writhing against the wall.
When he withdrew his fingers, Elara whined at the loss. But then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and all thoughts fled from her mind.
"Beg for it," Sir dragon demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Beg me to fill your tight little cunt with my cock."
"Please," Elara gasped, her hips rocking forward in a desperate attempt to feel him inside her. "Please fuck me, Sir dragon. Fill me up and make me yours. I need it so badly."
With a guttural groan, Sir dragon thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in Elara's virgin pussy. She screamed at the sudden pain of his intrusion, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure as he began to move inside her.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass as he filled her again and again. Elara clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his thrusts with her own desperate movements.
The stable filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - grunts and moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. Sir dragon fucked Elara like a man possessed, driven wild by his desire for her.
As he felt his climax approaching, he reached down and rubbed Elara's clit hard and fast, determined to bring her to the brink with him.
"Come for me, Princess," he commanded, his voice tight with impending release. "Milk my cock with your sweet little cunt."
Elara threw her head back and screamed as she came undone, her pussy clenching around Sir dragon's cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Sir dragon followed seconds later, burying himself deep inside her and filling her with his hot seed.
They collapsed against each other, panting and shaking in the aftermath of their passion. Elara knew that nothing would ever be the same - she had given herself to Sir dragon body and soul, and there was no going back.
As they straightened their clothes and made their way back to the castle, Elara couldn't help but smile to herself. The wait had been worth it - now she had a taste of what true pleasure could be like, and she was eager for more.