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[Chevalier]

@Chevalier & @Umbral

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Nestled within the center of the Imperial Capital lay the Royal Palace, an architectural marvel of white which beamed fantastically underneath the waning sun's light. Its tall, grandeur spires reached upwards towards the sky, while its courtyards and gardens were brimming with an alluring array of bright colors. The spacious and ostentatiously decorated palace corridors and ballrooms had been packed by hundreds of budding nobles, each traveling from faraway to celebrate the new Queen's coronation. Queen Sophitia Elsbard's ascent to the golden throne marked the beginning of a new era, one that was expected to be prosperous and peaceful. Yet, even in times of peace, courtly drama prevailed. Queen Sophitia would find herself plunged into the spotlight, her first difficult decision manifesting before the festivities even ended.

Who would she marry?​

Indeed, a Queen without a King was quite the opportunity, for any man lucky enough to earn the beautiful Queen's hand would find a crown sitting atop their head, along with the most gorgeous and powerful woman in their bed. To claim the Queen's affection was perhaps the greatest prize to be had. During the celebrations, nearly every nobleman in attendance would introduce themselves to her in an attempt to woo her. The richest men, the strongest men, those with the biggest armies and the most exotic gifts... but to Sir Casamir, these men were nothing more than vultures. They were men that had been born with silver spoons in their mouths, men that had never had to work or risk their lives for their beliefs. No, his beloved Sophie belonged to him. He had been with the Queen since they were children, shielding her from danger and facing her enemies at every turn. Every scar that had been struck against his stalwart chest had been for Sophitia... every wound that he had experienced, for his Queen. Now that a crown sat upon her head, these self-professed noblemen lined up like sheep for her hand. The very thought of her choosing one of these men disgusted him.

Casamir would prove he was not one of these men.
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As the sun began to fall, so too did the Queen's celebrations. The nobles began to depart, leaving piles of gifts and offerings for the new Queen until all that was left of the lively ballrooms were the servants cleaning them. The once gentle hymn of violins had fallen into silence, the dispersal of the crowds leaving the Queen and her Knight finally free from prying eyes and gossiping lips. The knight at the Queen's flank turned toward her, auburn gemstones averting themselves down upon the Queen. "Shall we?" He motioned casually forward with his hand, beckoning the Queen to rise from her seat of power and onto her own heels. Even with the assistance of tall stilettos, the Queen would be hastily reminded how much shorter she was when compared to her towering Lion. He was strong and proud, with an unerringly stubborn jawline that shot upwards into high, attractive cheekbones.

It wasn't long until the pair had departed the ballroom, navigating their way through the labyrinthian path of well-decorated corridors and hallways that led to the Queen's bedchambers. He followed obediently, though his voracious eyes watched the object of his affection from behind as she strode several paces in front of him. Perhaps the Queen would be able to feel her guardian's hungry gaze admiring her blessed shape through flowing dress from behind, watching as her curved hips flowed with each step that she took. Normally, the Knight would have been more careful about such prying, but not today... today, Casamir didn't care if the Queen noticed his wayward gaze.

Eventually, the Queen would find herself faced with the familiar image of her doorway, a large, double paned door comprised of dark oak. "Before you go, I want to ask you something, Sophie." He remarked, electing to use the Queen's childhood nickname when nobody was looking. He leaned closer towards her, before glancing to the side. "May I come inside for a moment?"

 

[Umbral]

I don't know if I can do this, its so much pressure...

To have my hand in marriage as fast as I can manage...

The entire kingdom depends on me, it will be reshaped and go forth on a path that all depends on the man I marry...

If only...If only it was with the one I wanted.



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Princess, soon to be officially, Queen. Sophitia had taken up the mantle of the importance of her household since the death of her father and mother in the wars, she had brought the kingdoms into an era of arts and splendor. Her gentle and kind soul gives her people hope in the future of their world, safety, prosperity...She was their beacon of hope. But she wouldn't dare take any of the credit. She would of never got so far had it not been for the man that had a place in her heart that could never be replaced.

Sir Casamir...

The very mention of his name in her head would make her heart flutter, a true knight in the greatest of descriptions, a man who had spent his life protecting her. But not just in preventing any bodily harm, but of mental well being, emotional support...He had been her rock for so long, he deserved the world and more. And as Queen she could do that for him...But not in the way she wanted for herself.

So selfish, so...Perverse. How dare she have feelings for her knight, he had been diligent and loyal, and she thinks of him in her waking moments in bed. Her face blushing whenever she see's him, her heart wishing to leave her chest whenever he is in her presence. It was indecent and horrid of her. She had...Responsibilities, things that she had to adhere to. Ancient laws of marriage and courting. He was wonderful and beautiful...But he was just a knight.


Sophitia was shaken from her thoughts as Casmir offered her hand to her, she was deep in her troubled thoughts, but she smiled warmly and endearingly to him, her white gloved hand slipping into her palm, dainty and elegant fingers curled against his strong hand and she stood slow from her throne. None of the presents of countless lords, prince's and dukes had her attention whatsoever. Her knight, her best friend...Her beloved Casamir was all she could look at, his beautiful hair, and his matching eyes her favorite thing about him.

Her long white hair, tendrils of almost spun platinum flowed behind her as she walked with him, her heels clicking against the floor as the soft blue eyes looked ahead, her chest slightly bouncing with every footfall in the thin dress top. Walking ahead she could feel that gaze upon her, that watcheful deligent gaze that she was so familiar with....Unaware of the truer intentions behind such a stare.

And thus, came her not so favorite moment. The departure, she saw her door, and that familiar sadness filled her heart. But it began to beat heavily as Casimir requested entry to her room.

"But of course Cassie.~"

Her playful nickname for the knight, she giggled slightly, pushing the doors open and stepping inside, however...This moment was what would finally be the prime time...The best moment she had to be who she had to be...The Queen Sophitia...And not the child Sophie that Casamir knew...This moment she dreaded the moment she knew she would have to merry. For as much as she wished it, as much as she wanted it. She could not marry Casamir.

"...You have been a loyal man Casamir, and you should be rewarded as much as anyone can."

Sophitia began as she pushed open the doors, walking first into the room, walking towards the canopy bed of white silk and black accents. White furniture, with black banners with the insignia of her royal house, the soft breeze from the multi pane glass windows that were open blowing against the silken curtains of her bed. She walked towards it but came to a stop, she closed her eyes, and gripped her hand tight against her chest, she couldn't cry, this was supposed to be a good thing. She was going to reward Casamir for everything he has done...But...But it would mean he would be going away.

"I...I have arranged a castle to be under your ownership. You are now Lord Casamir, Lord of Sea-Garden Castle. It lies above the town Ymir's Point...To the west." She knew he would know what this meant. It was far, even by carriage, it would take months if not half a year to get there, it was far for a reason. She couldn't bare to see him, lest her heart would yearn for him whenever she was with her husband.

"You shall have your own men, your own soldiers....The w-women are said to be as fair as the sea there...You will have no trouble finding a lady to catch your eye..." Sophitia felt her eyes were burning, she had them firmly closed, she could not bare to look at him as she spoke of this, her back firmly positioned towards him as her voice was slightly shaky in speaking of this.

"..I shall miss you Lord Casamir." She spoke softly, her lower lip trembling secretly as her eyes kept firmly shut. She felt awful, how could she do this? She tried to make this as easy as possible, she was giving him lordship, a castle, soldiers...Yet...She felt like a villain, a witch...She was forcing him from her.

 

[Chevalier]

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Upon pressing into the Queen's royal bedchambers, the Knight barely had the opportunity to part his lips before Sophitia began to speak. Crimson gemstones watched as her plush, gentle lips moved, speaking of a reward for her loyal knight's service. Although her words carried an appreciative and gentle tone, Casamir knew well that whatever gift she planned to offer him, it wouldn't be what he wanted. There was only one thing that her Lion wanted... and that was her. As she hovered just out of his reach, he wondered what she planned to reward him with. Even if they could not be together, just a moment of her affection would be enough for him. Even a single press of her lips would have made all of his suffering worth it. Maybe, just maybe, the Queen would commit the unspeakable and choose him.

But fairytales were often less glamorous than reality.

"I...I have arranged a castle to be under your ownership. You are now Lord Casamir, Lord of Sea-Garden Castle. It lies above the town Ymir's Point...To the west."
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The words immediately struck her Knight like a warhammer, piercing deeper than any arrow that had ever cut him before. She was... getting rid of him. A mixture of emotions immediately overwhelmed him as the Queen continued to speak, hands trembling behind his back as his once confident gaze began to waver at the very thought of being separated from the Queen. For the first time in his life, the Lion was lost, like a weapon that had lost its purpose... to be discarded like trash. "You... can't be serious." First came the disbelief, which quivered from his lips. "After everything I've done for you... you want to send me away?"

But what had started as disbelief would quickly devolve into rage. The Queen would soon find her Lion turned against her, for perhaps the first time would she feel his rage. "No." He stepped towards her, scarlet kaleidoscopes glaring down at the petite woman beneath him. He was large, overwhelmingly so, moving towards her until his great size cast a shadow over Sophitia. She would have no choice but to take steps backwards to avoid colliding into his chest, until she would be trapped between his towering stature and the edge of her silk covered bed. With nowhere left to go, the Lion reached forward, his masculine hand reaching suddenly underneath her pretty chin and claiming her dainty throat between his powerful appendages. He squeezed instantly, calloused fingertips firmly pressing upon her windpipe before pulling her face towards him.

"Do you think I'm just some garbage for you to throw away, Sophie?" He tightened his grip, until he could hear her pretty voice crackle and gag underneath his grip, never before had Casamir ever touched her in such a way, ever shown such anger towards her. "Look at me." He growled, eyes narrowing as his lips strayed dangerously close to her own. There was anger in his eyes, but she would also be able to see the sadness that lurked beneath them, the tears that were welling deep within her knight's glare. She would be able to feel his hot breath press against her face as he spoke, his eyes glaring so closely into her own. "I'm not going anywhere." He affirmed, his voice suddenly falling into a deeper and more primal tone. "I'm going to make you mine, like you should have always been."

With that, he pushed her downwards, until she was on her knees at the side of her bed. The Queen would be unable to resist him, for he was much larger, much stronger than her. With her face at crotch level, his hands made their way down to his pants, undoing his belt before dipping his waistband downwards. Before long, she would find herself faced with his throbbing manhood, standing only half-mast and yet still draping a gigantuous, thick shadow over her view, blocking out any sort of light and smothering her vision with pure dread. The virgin Queen would be faced with the Knight's overwhelming, vein-throbbing cock, a writhing mass of cable-thick veins underlying its hardening shaft as they began to pulsate and ache. "Go ahead and scream if you want, sweetheart. We both know that your walls are soundproof." The Knight remarked, reaching down to grab a handful of the Queen's platinum locks. He positioned himself closer, hand stroking at his hardening length as his engorged cockhead began to press up against her lips.

Sophitia needed to be punished.​

 

[Umbral]

Sophie flinched under his words, she had hoped everything she had done would of made his life set for the rest of it. To be a lord and have a royal lineage upon marrying...But he was angry, she could tell in his tone, and she kept her eyes firmly shut, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Upon his question, she shook her head, reaching up and taking off her hat and held it against her form.

"It-it's for the best Cassie. I...I..." Sophitia however felt his body heat with how close he stood, his words demanded a finality to them, a utter refusal. He was refusing the queen's orders, her demands...And stepping towards her with an almost violent intent. Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes opening wide as she faced the bed, her knees wobbling with caused her thighs to tremble. His smell, his masculine odor was strong with his anger, it made her blush and hold a hand to her face as he came close. She turned, frightened blue eyes looking into his own as her hands dropped her hat and grasped his wrists, struggled breaths and gasps coming from her lips as tears prickled her eyes. She had to rise to her toes, he had nearly lifted her off the ground.

"C-Casimir your hurting me-!" She struggled to get out through his grip, her eyes shutting firmly as her hands grabbed ahold of his own, albeit still gently, as if she still didn't wish to hurt or harm him despite what he was doing.

"Do you think I'm just some garbage for you throw away, Sophie?"

She opened her eyes before he could command her to do so, she shook her head as much as she could as she felt the tears welling up more and more, that wasn't it at all!

"No...! Y-you are e-everything-!"

She choked out, her head feeling light from the lack of blood flow to her head, her eyes slightly rolling up as she held onto his wrists, the strength in her fingers weakening. Her eyes tried to focus on him as per his demand however. Her lips trembling as she looked upon her Lion with...A guilty expression. Not of fear, or of surprise. She could see beyond his anger, and see the sadness in them.

Oh...Oh my Casamir...I didn't realize...! I'm so sorry...!

She thought miserably in her head, she didn't think...She hadn't planned on this reaction was because of his own feelings...For she did not realize that his feelings for her ran deep like hers did. His face was inches away, his hot breath tinted with the booze of the party pelted her face, her trembling lower lip inches from his own, that was when tears finally began to overflow and roll down her porcelain face. Her blue eye's shimmering far more beautifully than the calmest sea.


His next few words, shook her to her core.

I'm going to make you mine, like you should of always been.

Her eyes went wide, her lips parting. Oh...Oh such...Mixed emotions with what he had just said, how she had...Dreamt, thought, and fantasized of the notion let alone him saying those words. How she wished she could fully embrace those words, her face glowing with the fiercest of blushes, far more than any of his playful teases had ever accomplished. But she was forced downwards, the softest cry leaving her mouth as her knees hit the ground, her eyes looking up only to cross slightly as a shadow crossed over her face. His dick, Casamir's dick was in front of her. She gulped, her body trembling as the half erect rod of meat stared down upon her, her arms tucking against her and her hands pressing over her face as she squealed softly at the sight. However he grabbed at her hair and pulled her in, her hands forced to press against his hips as he told her no one would hear...

And she was glad...For if anyone caught them, Casamir would be in a lot of trouble...If this was her punishment for hurting him...

She looked up at him tearfully as he pressed the tip close, its hot and thick flesh pressed against her lips, she blinked up at him, and slowly closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath she pressed her lips against it hesitantly, looking up at him again and mumbling with the thing against her mouth.

"C-Casimir, y-you can't, y-you don't understand-!"

 

[Chevalier]

"C-Casamir, you're hurting me-!"
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The Lion cared little for the Queen's pleading, watching as she writhed underneath his grip and tears began to well deep within those gorgeous, sapphire pearls. There was nothing at this point that would be able to save her from her punishment... no sweet words that could pass through her dainty lips that would keep Casamir from taking what should have always been his. He had protected her for so many years, fought her battles and suffered for her. Now, she wanted to get rid of him... send him far away to rule over some useless castle that nobody would ever speak of. What a horrible insult.

"C-Casamir, y-you can't, y-you don't understand-!"
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"Shhh." Casamir cooed, "You're going to be a good girl, now. Which means doing what you're told." The hunter's words purred from his lips. Despite their tender tone, there was danger lurking behind each word, venomous threats that reminded the Queen of her predicament. She was no longer in charge, her place was to sit respectfully on her knees, to service the man that had given her everything. "And right now, we're going to be using those lips of yours for something else." He glared downwards once more, staring into the Queen's frightened, shimmering-cerulean pupils with his hungry, crimson gaze. With his hand gripping tightly upon the back of her silvered locks, he pressed her plump lips against his engorged cockhead, forcing her to kiss at the bulbous glans with her royal mouth. Slowly, he began to push upon the back of her head, gently at first, applying incremental pressure until her lips would be forced to part in order to accept the tip into her mouth.

"Get used to the taste, Sophie. " He growled as he continued to press on the back of the Queen's head, until her jaw was parted just enough to take the fat tip of his hardening fucklog into her mouth. Her sophisticated taste buds would soon be adorned with a smother of salty, slightly-foul yet equally arousing taste as he allowed her to suckle on his engorged, upreared cockhead for several moments - coating his tip in a layer of the Queen's warm spittle. But if she thought that would be the worst of her punishment, then she would be sorely mistaken.

After a few moments, she would feel the pressure on the back of her head pressing once again, forcing her to hollow out her cheeks as her Lion's fat, throbbing fuckshaft began to press deeper between her dainty lips and into the back of her throat. It wouldn't be long until his cock was lodged firmly into her throat, delving further inwards until it was cutting off the Queen's oxygen supply completely. He would hold her face down, halfway across his girthy shaft until he could see the Queen's eyes beginning to water and her face begin to pale from asphyxiation. Only then would he pull her head slightly backwards, allowing fresh air into her lungs.

"Your punishment isn't over yet, sweetheart." Before long, he was controlling her head, forcing her back and forth in a bobbing motion as her lips began to glide across his sweltering cock, leaving a layer of slick drool over his length with each movement. With each bob, he would force her to take down an extra centimeter of cockmeat, until eventually, she would struggle to take the last few inches of her lion's shaft. "Oh come now, you can do better than that." With that, he thrust his hips violently against her face, until her plump slurpers were forced to meet the base of his groin, pressing those pink, dainty lips upon the testosterone-packing vulgarities that dangled between his legs. Her throat was anything but spared as she would feel that engorged, flared cockhead painfully clog the ack of her mouth, delving deep into her tight windpipe as it crammed and pierced its way into the back of her virgin throat.