(Many) Moar Tags: [eventually interrupted by queen] [queen takes a turn] [brief cuckqueaning] [muscle mommy MILF knight] [mentions of smell] [humiliation] [fucked over the war table] [everybody cums] [discussion of war]

Summary:

Bandits! Brigands! Blaggards! Those damned rebels are causing all sorts of trouble in the far reaches of the kingdom, and its up to one of the queen’s foremost generals to stop them! Though, these merry menaces have proven difficult to bring to battle, and in a surprise visit to the camp the queen has come to reprimand the general.

After said reprimand. . .well, the general is known to be fond of “stress relief” sessions with you, her loyal squire. Being a snooty, brutal woman at heart, said sessions involve some sort of corporal punishment before a rough buttfucking. Yikes.

Oh yeah, and the queen makes a brief reappearance halfway through the whole debacle. Her royal cock also makes a brief reappearance in your guts, because the queen gets what she wants.

From the Goblin:

I want so badly to be a general, mostly because bossing people around seems immensely satisfying. I would, of course, lead the less important matters of planning and strategy to my underlings. Really, “general” is just a title awarded to one of the most important perverts in the realm, a paragon of vice who gets to order all of the cute maids and manservants to their chambers on a whim.

What’s with that look? You actually expect generals to do stuff? You ever heard the phrase “generals die in bed?” It’s more like “generals die in bed with cocks and cunts all about them.” Trust me, I know these things.

This script is an oddball, at least in terms of how long it has dwelt in the “WIP” folder. I think the Goblin wrote the first draft a month or two ago, and has been tinkering with it since. Yet, for all that work, it’s just another “lady-knight with a dick” script at its core. I think the Goblin can crank these out until doomsday, to be honest, and hopefully that isn’t a bad thing. I mean, who wouldn't want to be the whipping boytoy for some wrathful, bedicked lady-knight?