Knight, Dragon and a Happy Princess

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The life of Jeanne Darkstride sure was never dull. Stressful sometimes, amusing times more. Never dull. No, dull was maybe the least.

From a young age, Jeanne had been chosen to serve as Princess Alice Goldenedge's personal knight. Her sworn protector, her shadow in peace and war, her keeper in all things foolish and grand. She had taken the oath with quiet pride. Duty suited her. Honor even more so. And Alice... well, Alice was far more than just a charge. They'd grown up together, knew one another's silences and tempers, and somewhere along the years, Jeanne had grown almost fond of the chaos that followed the second princess like a perfume.

Almost. Not quite. Shielding the princess is a task easier said than done.

Lady Alice, for all her charm and grace, had an unparalleled talent for finding herself in the most troublesome affairs. Not courtly intrigue or assassination attempts. Those are rare in current times. No, Alice found herself in situations far more creative. Locked inside a disused broom closet for hours because she'd been chasing a cat. Trapped inside a cursed mirror after commenting on her own reflection. Turned into a frog by a mischievous witch. The list, as they say, was long.

This time, it was a dragon.

Jeanne's boots echoed through the ruins of what had once been a great castle, now little more than charred stone and vines. Her armor gleamed in the moonlight, cape flicking behind her as she passed scorched pillars and fire-warped doors. Heat rolled toward her from the broken throne room like breath from a forge.

The scene Jeanne found was... not surprising.

There lay Princess Alice, utterly nude and sprawled across a cracked stone table, her golden hair tousled, her skin slick with sweat, her limbs tangled beneath the figure of a short, muscular man with crimson scales, wings, and a long, twitching tail.

"God, yes! Yes! Don't stop! For the love of all that is good, don't you dare stop!" The screams were so loud they could wake the dead. Unmistakable pleasure ripping through her developed body.

Jeanne stood on the entryway. Evaluating the situation. Thinking carefully whether or not she should interrupt them while Alice reached another shuddering climax beneath the infamous Lord Redfang. As he was known.

The dragon turned out to be a famous fella around these lands. With an habit of collecting woman out of the road, giving them a good time and dropping them back where he found them. Sated, smug, and praising his name. The Princess being his latest guest. The people of nearby villages had been oddly reassuring, telling the soldiers escorting her carriage that she was in good hands.

Jeanne, of course, went after her anyway. As it was her duty as knight and friend.

Funnily enough, Lady Alice also has an habit of finding herself being dicked down by some of her troubles. And seemed very happy with it.

More screams of pleasure ripped through the air. Both the Princess and the dragon. Both unveiling under their own climaxes The Princesses back arched, then collapsed back against the warm stone with a breathless sigh, limbs limp, chest heaving. The dragon rolled off her with a grunt, tail twitching lazily and, for Jeanne's amusement, off the table. With a rather loud "thump".

Sticky heat still hung in the air. From her angle, Jeanne could clearly see a thick stream of semen seeping from the princess, glistening in firelight. Enough to fill a bucket. She tilted her head slightly, taking that as her cue. "Seems you are enjoying yourself again, my Lady."

Alice's head popped up, a pleased, sleepy grin on her lips. Her golden braids were a mess, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. She, like her mother, flaunted an hourglass figure many desired. Toned hips and legs, firm ass and bountiful perky breasts.

"Dearest Jeanne. On perfect time, as always." The Princess giggled. "I trust you brought me my cloak."

The knight gave a slow nod, completely unfazed on the outside. But the length inside her own trousers was most happy with the view. She pointed to her back where both greatsword and backpack hung.

Redfang also scrambled upright, startled by the foreign voice. "Ah, who?!"

The princess stretched, gesturing lazily at her knight. The body language of a cat relaxing on a hot day. To be fair to her lady, the reclaimed throne room was far cozier than the fire lining the walls suggested. "Lord Redfang, this is my trusted Knight, Jeanne Darkstride."

Jeanne folded her arms, gaze sharp as steel. The crimson dragon swallowed dry at her visage. A wise decision, Jeanne would say.

Jeanne was pleased to see her presence was enough to intimidate. Her current armor set was more ceremonial than practical, made to look rather than protect, they were on the way to a festival after all. It covered Jeanne's vital parts alright, steel chest plate protecting her arms, chest and side of her hips. Aside from that, only leather and mail for leggings. A long red cloth draped her waist, hiding her navel but not much else The greatsword, tough? Very real.

As for the dragon. He was, as stated, a man on the sorter side. Barely shoulder-height to lady Alice. His features a strange blend of man and beast, this scaled body sleek and powerful.

And, as rumors had said and Jeanne could now confirm, what he lacked in stature he more than made up for in other assets. His knotted, barbed member was easily the size of Jeanne's arm. Wrist to elbow. Her eyes flicked down. Then back up. She whistled, impressed.

"I see why the woman talk so high of you, Lord Redfang." The dragon beamed, very clearly proud of himself. Creatures like him were easy to flatter. "But I am obligated by honor to heed you a warning. The royal escort was a hair length of storming your lair with weapons in hand. Thank the woman of Golden Hills for the vow of trust."

"Oh, I shall, very much." Redfang chuckled, a deep, rolling sound like rocks shifting in lava.

The knight stepped fully into the chamber, her boots clinking softly against the scorched stone as she made her way toward the table. With a practiced motion, she unshouldered the heavy pack from her back and set it down beside the slab. Neatly, with the same methodical care she applied to most things in life.

Redfang, less subtle, let his gaze wander. His eyes dragged across her form with open hunger, his member rising again with renewed interest.

"A strong beauty you have, Princess Alice," the dragon rumbled, voice heavy with heat.

Alice, still lounging like a sated cat in summer sun, propped her head up with one arm and smiled. "She is," she agreed without hesitation, eyes gleaming. "Isn't she just divine?"

Jeanne hummed a proud noise. Being praised by her lady was not rare, but Jeanne enjoyed all the same.

She adjusted the strap across her shoulder. "If you wish for me to join-" Jeanne started.

"I very much do, my beautiful partner." The princess interrupted.

"Then it must be quick," Jeanne said, unfastening the clasp on her armor. "We shouldn't keep the guards worrying too long, my lady."

"I suppose," Alice said, sighing dramatically as she stretched, breasts rising with the motion. "But a little indulgence never hurt anyone."

"That's where we disagree." The knight poked back. Indulging a bit on her won. "I can remember at least one sprained muscle."

The Princess rolled her eyes all while purring in anticipation. With a teasing sway of her hips, the Princess shifted back toward Redfang, offering herself with theatrical flair. The dragon needed no encouragement. With a pleased hum, he guided her into a new position. Laying across the thin table, belly down on the warm stone. Her bare chest hung just over the table's edge, swaying slightly with each breath. Ass perfectly positioned for the dragon.

Jeanne found herself standing precisely at crotch level with her lady's flushed, radiant face. "Well, go on." Alice purred, glancing up at her knight with a mischievous grin, "You did say we must be quick."

"Yes, my lady." Her loyal knight said, voice echoing with the usual professional tone, though the husky undertone betrayed her excitement. A faint hint of a grin on her lips.

She loosened her belt and let her trousers fall, her cock rising eagerly into the warm air. It was solid, sculpted, veined with tension. Now inches from her lady's face. Not quite the monstrous girth of a dragon's, but impressive in its own right. A weapon of pleasure, honed like all her tools. With care, with precision. All in service of her lady.

Alice gave a delighted little gasp as it gently tapped the bridge of her nose. "Still as lovely as ever." she murmured, leaning forward to plant kisses down the side of the shaft. Many little wet kisses, from the tip of her cock down to her carefully trimmed bush. Her lips were warm, her breath hot, each peck making Jeanne's stomach tighten.

Behind her, Redfang continued to grope her royal curves, claws gripping soft skin, grinding against her slick heat as he lined himself up again. Alice wiggled her ass to tease him. Earning a deep grunt from the short Lord.

Jeanne, ever silent, brushed the tip of her cock across Alice's lips. A silent question. A wordless command.

The princess smiled and opened wide. Rolling her tongue out, always with flourish. Jeanne slid in, slowly, savoring the way her warmth engulfed her. It was tight, wet, velvet-smooth. Her hips twitched on instinct, a low breath catching in her throat.

Alice moaned around her, and the vibration sent a ripple of sensation straight through Jeanne's spine. She grabbed a handful of golden hair for balance, letting her rhythm find its pace. Gentle thrusts, steady, measured. A knight in prayer.

"L-lady Alice..." The knight mumbled in a daze. One gloved hand reached forward, slow and reverent, and settled gently against the curve of the princess's throat. She didn't squeeze. Just touched. Fingertips brushing warm skin, feeling the motion of her own length sliding deep inside. The bulge moved with each thrust. Felt like heaven itself.

Redfang chose that moment to push in, filling the princess from behind in one smooth, feral motion. His barbed length as deep inside as the knot allowed. Alice's eyes rolled back Her moan vibrated around Jeanne's cock, and the knight very nearly lost her footing. On her word as Darkstride, Jeanne was feeling stars.

The rhythm quickened. The heat was rising, sweat beading on foreheads and backs. Jeanne's armor clinked with every motion, her ceremonial cape fluttering in rhythm with each thrust. Redfang rumbled behind her, claws digging slightly into Alice's waist, movements hungry, relentless.

t didn't take long for them to come undone.

Redfang was the first--his movements grew rougher, more desperate, until, with a final forceful thrust, he pulled the princess tight against him. Jeanne heard the lewd pop as the dragon's knot locked into place, followed by a thunderous groan that echoed through the ruined hall. His whole body trembled with release, and Alice gasped, her body jolting from the heat poured into her. An obscene, unrelenting flood that left her visibly full.

Jeanne followed soon after, quieter, but no less overwhelmed. Her fingers flexed around Alice's throat as she bucked once, twice, then buried herself deep with a gasp and came. Her lady swallowed every pulse eagerly, eyes fluttering closed, body shivering as her own climax overtook her--timed perfectly with her knight's.

Breathing hard, the knight slowly moved her hips back. Her cock slid out coated in a mix of spit and sperm. The princess heaving.

"Are.. you.. satisfied... my lady?" Jeanne asked between steady, controlled breaths. Though her legs still trembled.

Lady Alice slowly nodded. Smiling. "I feel so full..." she hummed. A hand caressing her now swollen belly.

"I'm afraid it may take some time still." Lord Rwdfang rimmed. Not a hint of apology in his deep voice.

"What do you-" Jeanne started. The dragon leaned back. Gesturing smugly at the point where him and the princess were still connected. His knot locked inside her velvet folds. Stuck. "Oh, goodness sake..." the knight pinched the bridge of her nose.

Lady Alice, of course, was not bothered at all. But for her credit, she had the decency to sound apologetic to Jeanne. "I'm sorry. Seems like we will be here a while more."

In the end, they did stay the whole night. Jeanne made sure to let her lady know how she felt about that. A very long, very special kind of lecture.