I am a Knight, sworn to the service of the King. I guard and protect, and when my day is done I’ve come to expect a singular reward. A warm bed and a beautiful woman, is that too much to ask?
Today has not been the best day. I saved the fair maiden but she was married and so my more carnal reward was denied to me. I went to this tavern for a nights rest, but found only a cold reception from the beautiful and exotic barmaid.
I’m not accustomed to an empty bed at night. I crave company, but never thought that I would get it from a woman such as her.
She is a witch, of that I have no doubt. Slender and hot as a burning fire. She comes silently to me in the night and I have her, but when I wake in the morning I find that I may have received more than I ever expected.
I wake in the body of the beautiful barmaid and the voice of the witch in my head tells me this is my punishment for my hubrus. Live a day in her life and see the world through her eyes. Learn a lesson about the troubles of a woman.
I can do this. How hard can it be to wait on drunken peasants? It’s humiliating, of that there is no doubt, but I can make it through. Even though I’m in over my head almost immediately, I know I have it within me to last one simple day.
But when a peasant goes to far only the dark and handsome Knight who enters the tavern keeps them at bay. When I make a mistake and put myself in danger, only through his actions am I saved.
He is strong and he is fierce. He speaks of brusque masculinity and attentive nobility. He is good and he is kind and he deserves a reward.
A reward only I can deliver to him in the darkness of the night.
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He was so close to me now, close and overpoweringly huge. I could sense his bulk and the power behind it, his body that was bristling with muscle to rival my old one. I knew the strength in a body like that. I knew what it could do when it was brought to bear on a mission of pleasure.
And a part of me wanted to feel what it would be like on the receiving end of that.
I practically threw myself at him, pressing my body against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. I drew him down and kissed him hard, pushing my lips into his and feeling his tension as he reacted with surprise.
My moan came all on its own, out of my control. My body vibrated with it, begging for his touch that he gave me only at the end.
Wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight, there in the doorway to his room as my arms unlocked from around his neck and drew down to press at his chest, feeling the firm muscle tense in response to me.
It was easy enough to press him backwards into his room. Easy enough to kick the door shut behind us and lock me in with him.
The sound of that set him off like a cannon blast signaling action. His grasp on me tightened and he gripped my waist and hefted me off the ground. He held me aloft in his arms and spun me around as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me to his bed.
Dropping me down onto it with his bulk on top of me, tumbling into untouched sheets as I moaned and pressed my breasts against his firm bulk. I could feel him heavy on me, his movements slow and deliberate as he released his hold on my body and pressed my dress up around my waist.
From time to time, as we kissed, the skin of my inner thighs would brush against his bare skin. The sensation was enough to drive me wild with desire, and when I felt his throbbing bulge pressing between my legs I felt a heat rush through me, taking me to a world of desire beyond my greatest imaginings.
Thoughts flashed in my head, but none of them were of regret. I wanted this and I wanted him. I wanted to feel everything this body could give to me before the day was over and I knew that he could give me so much pleasure and desire. So much that it bordered on what I could take.
I thought of the woman, of the witch who had put me in this position. I thought of what she had done for me the night before, done to me as our bodies connected. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared but I was determined all the same.
This was a special man and he deserved something he’d never experienced before. I could only guess based on my own experiences, but I knew it was rare enough that it just might be a treat for him.
Pressing on his chest I moved him off of me and pressed him to one side. He fell heavily to the bed and I swung myself around to straddle him, kissing him lightly on his lips and then letting my lips trace a trail over the hard ridges and flats of his body.
Down and down, as the butterflies in my stomach fluttered. Pressing on in spite of my nerves as my fingers found the ties of his pants and tugged them open. As I released his considerable bulk from his pants and tugged them down past his ankles.
I was eye to eye with it now, his hard and angry member. It throbbed in front of me, veiny and thick and long. The head of it pulsed with a steady beat, the heat of it easy to sense even from a distance. It had a need, and I gulped hard and set to pleasing him.