For several centuries now I've been the Golden beacon of hope for my people. War after war, battle after, battle, I have slain many in the name of our holy king and, lordship. Through fire and lightning judgement is served and, by his light I'll cleanse this land of every abomination who dare stand against us.

I have vanquished every foe and, yet more arise, unceasing and, undying and, for one reason or another one foe continues to escape me, you.

He who stands tall at the forefront raising armies, he who conjures demons, he who has time and, time, again, slain my brothers in arms, he who refuses to die.

I know not of what you are or, from whence you came but, I do know that you, creature, clad in armor, always come back.

For the first time you stand your ground against me, here and now and, I find myself wondering what you have up sleeve, now.

Our men have fallen, both yours and, mine.

We stand amongst a forest of blades and, bodies. A tide of blood has dyed the soil beneath our feet black.

Dark Knight of lands unbeknownst to me, what is that you want from me....?

Limits: Scat, vomit, feminization, feetplay.

Kinks: Rough sex, restraints, non-con, asphyxiation, degradation, kissing (roughly and softly.) Breeding.