The sound of hooves thundering down the run and the crack of wood against metal fills the tournament grounds, followed moments later by the roar of the crowd. You barely notice as you fidget in your seat resisting the urge to loosen the strings of your corset. It wouldn't be ladylike, not that you care that much but your mother was a seat over, so you had to deal with the uncomfortable garment.

You didn't know why you had to wear it, yes it was fashionable but it wasn't as though it did much for you. Twin blessings you'd received from your mother that created a valley of cleavage men could drown in. All the corset did was push them together and rob you of breath, partly because it was so tight around the middle, partly because the pressure against the sensitive flesh did make your loins quicken slightly.

Gods above, part of you just wanted to return to your room tear of your clothing and pleasure yourself until your hand hurt. You weren't a trollop you still had your virtue, in the literal sense, but you had needs and expecting to ignore those needs until you were married was just unfair. Fortunately, there was a workaround that allowed you to relieve stress with a few of the more discreet errant knights without endangering your virtue or reputation unduly.

The sound of the crowd roaring louder than before, it appears as though the final tilt just ended. The victor was approaching your booth seeking your favour but he didn't have your attention, he was an old seasoned knight with a face like a well-worn hatchet. You were honour bound to give him a favour since he sought it as tournament victor, however, the runner up did have your attention.

Fair of hair and of face. With a strong masculine jaw, piercing blue eyes, noble brow, straight nose, and high cheekbones. He looked like one of the paintings of the heroic dragon slayers of yore, pure masculine perfection wrought in flesh by the hand of a lustful goddess.

You make the coos of pleasantries to the victor but your eyes track the runner up until he vanishes, the sight of him had your already wanting loins quivering with lust. You wanted to track him down, seduce him, and let him mount you like he mounts his charger and plow your field until it was sown with his seed. But you can't, you know that if you lost your virtue you would be in far more trouble than you'd ever been before.

Still, just because you couldn't let him through the castle gates didn't mean you couldn't try and get him to go through the servant's entrance.

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I am still in the mood for something medieval/fantasy related. Young Noble/Royal woman sees a handsome knight at the tournament and decides to bed him. To maintain her virginity she is going to do so by letting him plow her perfect little ass until it is ruined. Kinks are negotiable but: Big dick, clandestine meeting, anal, doggy style, and whatever else you want to throw in there.

I am also open to criticism on this prompt, I am trying to write in second because I've seen a lot of very good prompts written from that perspective that have been good reads but I don't know how well I've done.