Yandere! Knight who might be a little TOO into musk if you get what I mean...
"Urgh get off of me- You stink!"
"Stop it, I'm trying to get my scent on you."
He's pressing his sweaty body against yours, hair sticking to his forehead as he ruts into you endlessly. His balls slap against your ass, his breath warm and hitting your neck. Yes, he's got you in missionary because he likes looking at your face.
"You're smelly! You should've at least showered before coming to meet me!"
He grits his teeth at your bratty attitude, hands tightening on your hips. How could you not understand just how much he can't do that? That would mean getting rid of his scent and not being able to cover you in his smell!
"Damned nobility... Is a peasant's smell not good enough for you?"
The smell of a hardworking man disgusts you so much. He's sure you wouldn't complain if it were another nobleman. Do you know how much that wounds him?
You, his beloved noble. The one he's sworn his life for. The one he lives for.
"I work so hard for you... I came back from a battle and my first instinct is to find you."
He emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. God, even if you're a spoiled brat you feel so good. Can't get a better body than this, not like he wants to anyway.
"Are you really that spoiled? Should I find some other way to show you my devotion?"
You moan in response, unable to form any words as he continues fucking into you. As much as you hate to admit it, he's the only guy who can make you feel this good. And those muscles, sweaty and pressing against you...
Your beloved knight laughs at your plea, his hands digging into the fat of your hips. That's definitely gonna leave a bruise tomorrow.
"How greedy," he murmurs, feeling his climax approaching. "So you admit you like me, huh?"
He shakes his head at the thought, a self deprecating smile crawling up his handsome features. Yeah, of course you like his body. The clothes scattered all over the floor of your opulent bedroom.
Never in his life would he have imagined being this devoted to a noble person. They're all spoiled and have little care for the working class. And yet, he finds himself crawling back to you every single time. Sure, you spoil him with riches and presents but given the opportunity he's sure you'd-
No, don't think like that. You assured him you wouldn't betray his trust like that. Would you?
He slows his thrusts for a second, watching you suspiciously. What..? What's he doing?
A whine escapes you as you try begging him to move once more. But he doesn't relent, even smacking your hip as a warning.
"You love me right? You're not cheating?"
He knows he can't fault you if you have to find a nobleman to marry. Hell, even a prince. Nobility belongs with other nobility. And he's but a peasant who managed to get a slightly better life as a knight recruited by your father.
But fuck, what he wouldn't give to continue sullying your silk sheets with his worthless cum. And his cum only.
"You're not being sincere."
He glares at you, his face reminiscent of the one he wears on the battlefield. Are you lying to him? How could you do that? He-
"Stop overthinking... I could never leave you for some other guy. I love you, you know that right?"
Your lips snap him out of his trance, your touch ever so warm and gentle. It calms him, you calm him. Everything about you calms him.
And then you just had to go and kiss him? Fuck. You're everything to him. You.
A flush rises to his cheeks, a big smile cracking on his furrowed features. His thrusts resume almost immediately, hitting that squishy spot that makes you see stars. Your back arches into him, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"I love you, love you, love you, love you..."
He pants into your mouth, his lips finding yours in a messy embrace. Hands wander around your body, grasping and touching like you were a limited edition item. No, you're his. His and his alone.
You smell like him, that's more than enough of a sign, right?
"Don't leave me, don't you dare leave me please."
A soft moan leaks into your mouth, tears brimming in his eyes. The string in your stomach snaps as he continues fucking into you with reckless abandon, as if afraid you'd run away if he stopped.
You can only let out another raspy moan as his cock massages your insides, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. Has time on the battlefield made him this horny? Or is it time away from you? Probably the latter.
Your words drive him over the edge, a broken moan leaving your knight's throat. His hips stutter, eyes half lidded and hands tight on your hips as his cum floods your insides.
Completely spent, he lays atop of you with his cheek pressing against yours. This is bliss, heaven on earth. His eyes flutter shut, his dick still buried in you.
"You know I wouldn't find anyone else right?"
He perks up as you ask him that. What? Of course you wouldn't, you'd never betray your personal knight like that-
"i was just mad cause you need a SHOWER."
A groan escapes him. Again with the showers! How many times does he have to tell you that he's just doing it cause he wants his pheromones on you instead of being washed down the drain? You never seem to-
You deadpan at his response or lack of one.
"Ugh, I'm dumping a bucket of water on you the next time you come see me without showering."