They felt the Goddexx's presence up against them, first as an energy covering them from tip to tail, enveloping them in a benevolent warmth, covering every inch of them...and then, as this entity pressed their soft dresses up against their naked body. Without thought, they pushed their hips back into the femme presence, rocking them into the edge of the table and back into their skirts, almost completely subconsciously. A quiet, almost imperceptible moan escaped the nude knight's lips as they closed their eyes in anticipation.
When they felt the sharp nails of their patron rake down their smooth and previously untouched back, the moan they made was no longer imperceptible. Deep burgundy nails left marks that reddened as they sat, while the knight's desire was made clearly apparently by the arch of their spine, the deep need in their increasing moans, and... "Oh my. It appears good syr, that your cunt is dripping down your leg onto my good clean floors." There was a good natured laugh, not like tinkling crystal or a babbling brook, but a bit grittier, like the sound of leaves rattling on trees when the air just begins to hit real crispness in the fall. "I supposed I'll make you clean the up later, but for now, I'm delighted by your reactions to simply my touch. I suppose I don't have to tell you not to be stoic with me." They laughed again as they ran their nails along the vulnerable sides of the knight, pulling their hips back into their own as they reached the end of the lithe and muscular back.
A knife appeared in their hand; the knight couldn't see it, their face sideways against the well worn wood of the table, hands clasped behind their neck, but they certainly heard the tell tale noises of it being unsheathed. Their body tensed for a moment in response, but then as just the barest hint of the blade grazed their porcelain cheeks, they began to shudder. Not as if they were cold, but almost the same shudder once someone is bedded and well spent. Lying on the kitchen table, the shudders wracked the knight's body, the movement rubbing their chest against the wood, just giving them the further feeling of a tease across their already hard nipples.
A single hand ran over the pale globes bent over the rough hewn hedge of the table, eliciting goose bumps before the second hand would follow, dragging the sharp, cool tip of the knife in tantalizingly low patterns as their voice filled the kitchen. "Mmmmm. I delight in the shivers wracking your body, oh Paladin of mine. Your full and total submission, your worship of my many facets. My hands and heart alone control you and your pleasure. I alone know the depths of your depraviltiy, of what your heart truly desires, craves, needs." The hand holding the knife trailed it further and further inwards towards the most tender bits of flesh. "I feel your need for me to pierce you, with my knife, with my fingers, with my cock. You need to filled, pushed, totally taken over by me. You crave pain at my hand, not solely for pain itself but rather as a true test of your supplication." The tip of the knife dipped between the knight's legs, ever so gently flicking their labia open, barely missing the throbbing nub of their clit".
"Please." It was soft, almost swallowed by the wood of the table, almost but not quite. A voice shuddering and straining, with just a hint of desperation.
"Turn over and open yourself to me my darling. Watch as I take what rightfully belongs to me, pulling every sensation from you until you are a wrought and dripping mess." They watched, blade glinting in the candle light, as the knight rolled over, back on the table and knees bent, allowing their feet to rest at the edge, exposing their cunt to the ministrations of the fierce figure in front of them.
"Beg me."
The knight took a moment to process what they thought the femme wanted...there were so many things! But as they looked towards the end of the table and the hearth beyond them, they could see the desire and danger in those hazel eyes. A realization hit them, and they took a deep breath before...
"Please. Your knife. Fuck me with it my Liege. Please. Slide into me. Tear me apart at your pleasure."
"MINE." Their eyes flashed as they looked the knight's pale body up and down, hard nipples pointing towards the room. They walked around the table, flicking them with the tip of their blade until the what had sounded like "Please please please please" melted into a training of indistinguishable whimpers. Bending down, they placed their deep red, pouting mouth next to their quarry's ear and whispered "I don't believe you truly need it. Convince me."
The noise that came from the naked form was less English and more a series of syllables, but it was once they turned their face to look at the Goddexx, eyes clouded with such intense need, that the femme reached their metal tool back towards the puncture between their legs. Slowly, it traced the edges of the outer lips, catching slightly as it wound ever so slowly, further and further in, once against teasing their inner lips and nexus of pleasure.
"Please. My liege. Your blade. Allow me to be your sheath, to take you inside me to show my true submission, my deep need. Please hurt me. I need you to hurt me."
It was with this final confession of desire that a smile, not quite evil, but certainly one with impure intent, crept across the face of the form as they approached the end of the table, bending between the open legs.
"Ahhhh, that's my champion. I thought you'd never ask." And with that, the blade parted the knight's sopping lips, sliding into their open and greedy hole as the attached body attempted to stay as still as possible while simultaneously shaking in deep desire and submission.
