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A Knight Among Men (Mini Story)
🕑 Added 2019-10-16 06:25:34 +0000 UTCAfter years of training, the young squire had finally reached the end of his lesson and had just one more task to fulfilled before becoming a true knight. He and his knight approached the castle grounds late in the evening.
"This will be your hardest test yet." His knightly master warned. "If you succeed, you will be my equal. If you fail, you will never be a warrior and we may never meet again."
The squire nodded and proceeded to be guided into and through the castle to the queen's quarters.
To become a knight, every squire in the kingdom must prove to the ruling queen that he is a "real man" in her bedchamber. The Queen was known for her cruelty and harshness, as well as her insatiable lust. She was also known for her poor hygiene and disgusting appearance. Many would be knights chose to stay squires or simple men-at-arms rather than risk failing the Queen's examinations and suffer her wrath.
The Squire enter the Queen's musky, candlelit chamber and found Her Majesty lounging. The Queen was an overweight, middle aged, wart and acne covered woman. Her red hair was unkempt and she had thick layers of hair both under her arms and between her legs. Her crotch hair went up and coated her flabby stomach in a velvet carpet. The air was full of sex and flatulence and the Queen herself was visibly sweaty with moist hands and privates. It would seem that Her Majesty couldn't wait for the Squire to arrive.
"Greetings, young squire." The Queen said, sultrily. "Today, you will prove to me you deserve to be a knight of my kingdom. If you fail, then you will be a man no more."
She pointed to a wall of codpieces hanging on her wall, each containing the preserved manhood of would be knights who failed to please her. He saw some of these failed squires on his way through the castle. These "washerwomen" were dressed in female garb, put to work on feminine tasks and often brought to the Queen's bedchamber whenever she was in a "strapping" mood.
The young squire's knight had regularly taken his student to local brothels where the whores taught him the best ways to please a woman and helped him build up his endurance. The knave undressed and confidently walked up to the monarch. He spread her legs and, while fantasizing about the prettiest whore he could think of, dug his face directly into her hairy bush, masterfully working his tongue around the Queen's fuzzy clit and her earthy tasting asshole. The Queen yelled and moaned at his work until she finally came hard, dousing his face in bitter tasting fluids.
While the Queen was still recovering from her, the Squire visualized more pretty whores and got himself hard. He proceeded to insert himself into the Queen and pound her fast and hard. Her Majesty screamed out in pleasure. The Queen spasmed once more and let loose another climax that soaked the Squire's crotch.
The squire quickly pulled out and came on her Highness's carpeted belly. Had he come before the Queen or released inside her, she would have had him castrated him for "taking pleasures and liberties he was not entitled to."
The Queen spent a few moments gasping in tired delight before reaching under her bed and grabbing a sword with a rather phallic hilt. She sat up and tapped the Squire's shoulders with the blade's flat.
"Due to your impressive display, I hereby name you a knight of my kingdom and a true man among men."
The newly christened Knight arose, thanked the Queen and got dressed before proudly walking out of the chamber while Her Majesty passed out from exhaustion.
