There's a light clank as I push you down, a Cuisse plate loose from me pulling aside as much plate as I could, trying near single-mindedly to expose my cunt to the air of the room, and of course, to you. I'd won. I'd smashed the competition, killed 2 men in Jousts, beaten 5 knights in personal combat, the tournament was mine, the prize money mine, and sweetest of all so were you, you weren't my prize, I already had you in the palm of my hand. You were a prize though, there was no doubt about that, adorable. Soft, downy hair that framed that beautiful face, willowy and beautiful, the rough and awkward parts of masculinity seemingly absent from you, shaved naked below the nose, smooth, scented perfectly.

You're of age, if boyish, slim shoulders, thin and wiry, weak. I run a leather-clad hand through your hair, pressing my hips forwards as said gloved hand balls in those wonderful locks and pushes your face against my sweaty cunt, you're used to this, you love this. I can tell by the twitches coming from down below, on your knees and nude for me. Fuck. I grunt as you start to lick. Fuck.

It's fucking hot in the gambeson, my close-faced helmet discarded at the foot of the bed, it lets my face breathe for once, and lets you gaze upon my visage, I look quite severe, hair cut short, a hawkish nose, pale skin, round, owlish eyes, my high-boned cheeks are flushed, my lips pressed thin as I try to keep little grunts and moans from slipping past them. I press you just a bit harder against my cunt, a few minutes pass, before pulling you back, which elicits a gasp from you, I turn the serious, dour and disapproving expression on you.

And then smile widely, brightly and beautifully, I bend and pick you up under the arms, you're heavy, you're a man grown, if a small one, but I'm me. I toss you onto your fancy bed and growl out a croaky, lust-filled "Lay back" before I descend on you, it's quite loud when I drop to my knees with a crash of denting metal, followed by the song as it vibrates. It's probably quite cold when I grab you by the thighs and shove your legs to either side of my head, across cool steel pauldrons. I hear you gasp, and smile as I lean forwards, chest plate pressing against your naked rear as I kiss down your chest. "My beautiful little prince...I won for you" I coo. You're not a prince, not really, you're a noble, that's for sure, but you're heir to my heart, and that's certainly worthy of the title.

"I kept looking over my shoulder, to see if you were watching, every time I felt your eyes on me, my sword sang, did you like seeing me win for you? Show those idiots just who I am? that your woman is the greatest fighter in the realm?" I kiss around your near vibrating cock.

"I liked winning for you, my little prince..." I lick across your hip bone before I smirk "When the king presented me with the prize money, all I could think of spending it on was you" I purr, giving your skin a lustful bite, a red, stuttered oval left in the wake of my teeth. A bruise to mark you. "No one will see" I soothe "I should leave them all over your thighs, your rear...so every time you sit you can feel my teeth on you..." I lick my lips.

And then I lick the hooded tip of your cock. I love the noises you make, mewling and delightful...I kiss down the shaft, some quite intimate, tongue kisses, making love to your cock with my mouth, some are little pecks and almost chaste, I lather your bollocks in love, and my tongue slides southwards even, giving that beautiful rosebud a little kiss, I leave another ring of teeth on your rear as I make my way up.

I press my face into your groin, nose pressed at the joint of sack and shaft, taking a delightful whiff of you. Mine.

"I fucking love you" I murmur, repeating my actions in reverse, every chaste kiss a sloppy open-mouthed affair before I reach your tip and slide you past my lips, locking eyes with you as I slide slowly down it, my cunt drooling across my thighs, contributing to what I'm sure will be a puddle on the floor.

"Mhff" I delight in you, sighing quite happily at the noises my beautiful little prince produces, and start to bob my head.

I kinda got lost in the feeling of this one, I'm after something long term, romantic and detailed, I'd like a bit of story, some fun characters, and something with substance, also, massively passionate, sweaty and indulgent sex with cute, lovely guys.

Medieval themes, GoT influences, and a Badass lady, a likely sickly noble boy and a story of the loving their way through trials, tribulations, tournaments and the troubles everyone has in the middle ages.

Shoot me a message if this interests you, I'll try to get back to everyone, but I can't promise a thing!

Kinks: anal, rimming, facesitting, body-worship, size difference, oral, passionate rough sex, scratching, biting, power imbalance, slight sexual violence, cute/smaller cocks, uncut cocks, sweat (me!), musk, kissing, love, Vulnerable men and cute guys.

Limits: Toilet stuff, sexual gore/violence and death