"Mama, tell me again about the knights and the love between Lucien and Isabella," the daughter pleads, her eyes filled with curiosity and longing.
Her mother smiles a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, "Rachel, it's been a time since you asked for that story. Why now?"
"I've come of age mother, a knight might need my services. I guess - I guess I want to remind myself of what it's like? Of the story we tell?"
Her mother sighs and remembers and speaks.
"In the desolate realm on the Rift's edge, where our knights guard against the walkers--our knights risk their very souls to protect us. Their relentless battle extracts a toll. These men, scarred but unwavering, forging a determination to protect, these living testaments to valor's price -- they give up everything for us.
And so when the knights come through, we give them what we call the knight's night, any maiden or matron - any woman the knight desires, she is his for the night.
Lucien was such a knight. High commander of the forces. He took me once, long ago before his Isobella. As I have told you before I believe that he is your father.
The daughter listens intently, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes," she murmurs, "You have told me."
"The children of a knight's night are considered blessed" the mother continues. "For as our tradition continues what could it do but make us strong?"
"The knights have a code don't they?" Rachel asks, her mother nods and recites
"Sworn to Protect: Knights pledge to defend their kingdom and its people from the relentless walkers.
Honor and Valor: They promise to uphold the principles of honor and courage in their every action.
Champion of Justice: Knights vow to be champions of justice, ensuring fairness for all, especially women, within the kingdom.
Respect and Gratitude: They pledge to treat women with respect, acknowledging their support and love.
Loyalty and Sacrifice: Knights swear loyalty to their comrades, ready to sacrifice all for the safety of their land and children."
"Did you love my father? Lucien."
A wistful smile graces the mother's lips. "Oh, my dear, in a way, I suppose I did. But my heart was not the one that captured his."
"Tell me about Isabella," the daughter urges, her curiosity growing.
"Isabella," the mother says, her voice filled with reverence. "She is a princess. She is the love of Lucien's life. Theirs is a love that unfolded quietly, like a delicate bloom amidst the chaos of our kingdom.
As I heard it they began as a knight's night. Lucien was moving through the capital on his way to bring new recruits back out towards the front. The princess was out shopping with her maids and Lucien was struck by her beauty. He stopped, right there, and approached her.
***
"Would you give me the honor of a knight's night my lady?" He said, bowing and kissing her hand.
"My lord, surely you would prefer any of my maids?" She said, gesturing about her to her servant girls who giggled and fluttered their eyes at the handsome knight.
"I think not," he said, pulling the hand he had kissed towards him, stopping only when he had placed it on his chest, the other arm catching her hip. "I am tired my lady, and I need rest."
"Sir, let us then adjourn to my carriage," she said, her hand still pressed against the sculpted muscle of his chest.
"I am tired," he repeated. "Here will do quite nicely."
The knight pulled her in, a hand gently pulled up her skirt as he lifted her onto the fabric merchant's table, and then pulling her legs up, stopped to admire his work.
The princess looked flushed, unused to being touched so, unused to being looked at by so many eyes, her skirt about her waist, her pussy clear to his view - and probably only that of her maids and the cloth merchant who looked on enviously.
"Sir," was all she said.
"He reached down and unclasped his codpiece, pulling his semi-erection out to her view, then he leaned down, almost a courtly bow that brought his lips to her inner thighs. He kissed. His beard whispered against her pussy, but he did not venture there just around and around, up to her belly, across to her hips, down to her ankles, up again, always seeming as if her pussy would be the next stop and never seeming to get there.
The princess whimpered. Her maids looked on with perhaps equal envy to the merchant. The rest of the township pretended to go about its business - while surreptitiously eyeing the princess, whose white creamy thighs were very visible on either side of the knight's head.
The knight, after what seemed like a very long time to them both, stood erect and smiled at the princess, who smiled at him, both looking a little desire crazed and without much more fanfare, slipped the tip of his cock inside her - and finding her very wet, proceeded to rock his length all the way into her.
The princess moaned, losing all sense of propriety and location, as Lucien slid in and out of her. Her maids turned outward, moving their bodies a little late now, to shield the princess from prying eyes, glaring at anyone who dared glance their way, and only occasionally glancing back themselves to catch a glimpse of the knight's cock on an outstroke.
When at last he groaned and unloaded as deep inside her as he could - a knight's night always ends with the hope for impregnation - and he helped her unsteadily to her feet, she found her legs like jelly beneath her - her pussy a medley of sensation and pleasure. Her maids guided her back to her carriage - her shopping for a new dress - quite forgotten.
***
"Mama you did not tell this story this way when I was younger," Rachel said, she was shifting in her seat somewhat, crossing and uncrossing her legs in some discomfort.
