Chapter 1: The Red Dragon
"You really are a red dragon!" The heavy wooden door to the knight Kalryn Zilantov's quarters betrayed the slaps, moans and groans as Garrick, the loyal knight was unofficially posted outside. He shifted uneasily. The late-afternoon sun cast elongated shadows across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls of the luxurious suite, depicting the rich history of dragons being slayed by knights. The scent of fresh linens, sex and wood smoke permeated the air.
Inside, the suite was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the candlelit chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling. A large, regal bed dominated the space. On it Kalryn dominatedthe Valeria Contri, a lady-in-waiting for one of the princesses. The beds covers rumpled and partially thrown off, revealing the tangled sheets beneath.
Kalryn, his Knight's armor and helmet discarded midway down his torso, thrust into Valeria Contri from behind, the lady-in-waiting's rosy skin slapping against his tanned, muscled thighs. The metallic clinks of his armor accompanied each forceful thrust, echoing off the ancient stone walls. "Oh gods, yes, give me that big red dragon, Kalryn," she begged, her hands clawing at the sheets, knuckles white with effort. "Fuck me like the powerful knight you are!"
Sweat beaded on Kalryn's brow, dripping down his nose and onto the small of Valeria's back. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her arousal coating his cock, and he grunted with each thrust, lost in the primal rhythm.
His balls slapped against her ass, the sound obscene and exhilarating. Kalryn's thrusts became more intense, his hips pounding into her with a force that made the bed creak and groan. The ancient wood protested under the onslaught, the springs squeaking in protest.
Valeria cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Yes, yes, harder!" she demanded, her body tensing as he drove into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Kalryn's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burning with exertion. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pressure in his balls growing as he approached his climax.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Kalryn, the bottom half of his knight armour and helmet off, knelt between Valeria's legs, his powerful thighs driving him deeper into her, his sword-like cock filling her completely. He grunted, his burgundy eyes wild with desire, "Do you like that, Valeria? Do you like my big red dragon? My knightly wood?" She moaned, her fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs, her nails leaving marks, "Yes, Kalryn, yes! I love your big red dragon. Fuck me, fuck me like the dragon you are!" The sound of their flesh meeting, the scent of their arousal, it all filled the room, a symphony of their carnal union.
Garrick, stationed outside, shifted uncomfortably, his hand gripping the pommel of his sword as he looked down at the floor, hearing everything that was going on, as usual.
He straightened up, trying to ignore the muffled moans and the bed's squeaking.
Inside, Kalryn's relentless thrusts began to take their toll on Valeria. Her body tensed as pleasure and pain mingled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She arched her back, her knuckles white as she clawed at the bedsheets, her body on the brink of release. "Kalryn, please, I can't... I can't hold on much longer," she panted, her voice barely more than a whimper.
Kalryn, lost in the heat of the moment, didn't notice her struggle at first. He was too focused on the sensation of her tight heat surrounding him, the sound of their bodies meeting, and the scent of their arousal filling the air.
But then he felt her muscles clench around him, her body tensing as she let out a high-pitched, desperate cry. Her climax hit her like a wave, crashing over her as she arched her back, her hips pressing back against him, meeting his every thrust. Her nails left great scratches and rips in his bed linin, marks that would mean they would be throwing out his sheets and remaking his bed, a testament to their passion. "Kalryn!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with ecstasy, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm rocked her to her core.
The sound of her pleasure was Kalryn's undoing. The feel of her muscles milking his cock, the sight of her lost in the throes of ecstasy, it was all too much. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her with a final, powerful surge, his own release barreling through him like a freight train.
"Do you want the dragon's breath?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. With a loud smack, his hand came down hard on her ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint. He repeated the action a few times, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room, each slap eliciting a gasp from Valeria. Her body jerked with each hit, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Yes, Kalryn, yes!" she cried out, her body tensing as she felt his cock swell inside her. "Give me the dragon's breath!"
The sudden shift in tone and action sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body clenching around him as another orgasm threatened to consume her. Kalryn could feel her tightening around him, her muscles gripping him like a vice, and he knew he was close.
He thrust into her with a renewed fervor, his hips pounding against her as he chased his release. Garrick, outside, could hear the bed creaking and groaning under their combined weight, the muffled cries and moans escalating in volume and intensity. He tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles turning white as he listened to his friend and the lady-in-waiting lose themselves in their passion.
Kalryn's breath hitched as his orgasm approached, the pleasure building to a near-painful intensity. "Fuck, Valeria, I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice ragged and raw. He thrust into her one last time, his body tensing as he released himself inside her, the warmth of his seed filling her.
He pulled out slowly, savoring the sensation and watching his seed spill out of her, his cock softening as he did. He looked down at Valeria, her body sated and satisfied, her murky green eyes heavy-lidded and her breath coming in soft gasps. He leaned down, brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, and kissed her gently. "You were incredible, Valeria, being able to take all of my 10 inches first time," he murmured. She smiled softly, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
Just as Kalryn was out with a pop and pulled away, a sharp knock echoed through the room, startling them both. It was a pattern that ou Kalryn recognized—three quick taps and the a fourth, the signal Garrick used when the "General" wished to speak to Kalryn. Kalryn's brows furrowed in feigned annoyance, but he quickly rolled off the bed, giving Valeria a reassuring smile.
Already putting his armour back on for the day, he told her, "You'll have a minute, and no less, to ready yourself and leave." His voice carried a stern edge, but his eyes twinkled with amusement as he buckled his greaves. "Don't make me drag a bad girl like you out by your hair, Valeria."
"Yes, Sir Zilantov," she giggled, scrambling off the bed, her cheeks still flushed from their passionate encounter. She hurriedly gathered her scattered clothes, his fluid spilling out of her more and more, not bothering to put them on quite yet. She turned to him, her green eyes sparkling, "Thank you, Kalryn. That was... you are extraordinary."
Kalryn chuckled, securing his cuirass over his chest. "It was my pleasure, Valeria.
Remember, you're the one who wanted to see the red dragon," Kalryn said with a playful smirk, adjusting his helmet. Valeria, still in the throes of pleasure, hastily put her clothes back on, not bothering to smooth out the wrinkles or fix her disheveled hair. She was a woman on a mission, her goal clear: to exit before anyone else saw her in such a state.
As soon as Garrick opened the door, she rushed out, her head held high, her eyes focused straight ahead, leaving no room for a glance at the loyal knight who had stood guard. She moved swiftly, her heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of exhilaration and nerves coursing through her veins. Her cheeks were still flushed from their passionate encounter, a testament to the intense pleasure she had experienced in Kalryn's quarters.
Garrick watched her hurry past him, his expression neutral, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. Unsurprised by the sight he watched exit the room, he waited until she was gone before turning to Kalryn. His voice was laced with a mix of playful envy and genuine curiosity, "She sounded fun, I was getting jealous of your pick this time."
Kalryn, still in the process of fastening his breastplate, chuckled and adjusted his helmet to better see his friend. "Ah, Garrick, always the jokester. She was alright, I suppose. Not as satisfying as some of the other ladies at court, but she had her moments." He waved a dismissive hand, his gaze drifting to the rumpled bedsheets and the remnants of their passion.
Raising an eyebrow, Garrick smirked slightly. "Alright?"
"I don't know what kind of stories you've made up about me, but I assure you, they couldn't be half as interesting as what actually has ended up happening at court," Kalryn said, his armor creaking as he bent down to pick up his helmet from the floor, preparing to put it back on. The heavy plate mail protested with each movement, a reminder of the weight of his title and the expectations that came with it.
Garrick, noting the shift in Kalryn's demeanor, moved to help him fasten the last of his armor.
"Well, well, well, isn't this cozy?" The voice that echoed through the suite was as cold as the wind blowing off the northern mountains. Both Kalryn and Garrick froze, their eyes widening as they recognized the voice.