Sir Regald's room was, as always, "spick and span." Spick and span... An odd phrase, and Princess Alicia never really understood it. Why not just say "Stuffily clean"? She groaned. Add it to the list of things she didn't really understand. Like this whole "Courtly Love" business. "Oh lovely, noble lady, my heart burns for you, but I can't, because reasons!" She clapped a hand over her mouth as she realised she'd said that aloud, scorn dripping from her voice.
After all, she wasn't meant to
be
in Sir Regald's room. And he'd said something along much the same lines to
her
. Repeatedly. Over the past several weeks. And... It wasn't really
wrong
to see if she could find something to see if he was just playing at it, or whether she could... Convince him to do that in public, and something more... Enjoyable in private?
He was pretty much the only one, after all. When it wasn't fearful stammers and excuses (Yes, daddy was a General as well as King, and he
was
kind of imposing... But he was a sweetheart, really!) it was snide mutterings. "Udders... Grippable ass..." She stopped herself. She was thinking out loud again. But it was so
irritating
!
Enraging
, even! Yes, some of them were
meant
to be compliments, but the way they were phrased... Her breathing had gotten a little heavier without her noticing, and it quickened as she realised she was dawdling. She didn't know when Sir Regald would be back, and if she wasn't careful, he would
notice
something was off about his room. Or worse, he would walk i-
n... Like he's going to do very shortly
. She could hear his plate boots. He was the only one at this time of day who would wear them. And worse, someone was walking
with
him. She swore to herself as she looked around. Bed? No, no room... The folding boards? Too much chance he was getting out of his clothes. The... Wardrobe?
It wasn't a great plan. But it would have to
do
. Hurriedly, and as quietly as she could, she scrambled into it (Grateful that it
was
as spacious as its size suggested), and closed the door behind her, huddling between the tunics and leggings. Even as the door opened, she was, wonderingly, caressing one pair, wondering what it would be like to pull them down, to kneel before him and...
"We're alone now, pet..." Princess Alicia goggled.
Pet
?!? She couldn't have heard right. Couldn't have heard this mellow, drawling voice address a Knight of the kingdom as-
"I'm glad, master... It's... Difficult to get you here. So much chance of being caught..."
Master
?!? She balled her fists... That rat! That low, decade-
"Mmmm, and I bet you'd
like
that, wouldn't you, pet? To have your... "shame" discovered for all the world to see... Make no mistake, if we
were
caught, I'd take you then and there..." She didn't dare open the door, not even a crack, but she could hear Sir Regald...
moan
. And it wasn't in horror. He was... He was
aroused
by being ashamed? Without thinking, her hand strayed downward, to the hem of her nightie. That mellow voice returned.
"Now, pet, I can undress pretty easily. You, however, need to strip
quickly
." A creak, as of something heavily settling, and the clank of two plated boots thrown in haste... The Princess' eyes widened... What... What was
going on
? But she still didn't open the door, although her fingers strayed closer to her lace panties. "
Gooood
. You're such a
good
boy, so
obedient
. Now... Kneel... Resume your rightful place. And remind me, once again, what that
is
." The Princess was so confused, and her breathing was getting heavier because... Why? Why was it?
And then she heard it. She'd heard it before, with housemaids who thought they were being
so
discreet outside the kitchen... The sounds of a dick being serviced. And in between... "Ahh... Mmmph... My place... Is on my knees, serving you, master... Ahhh... Your pet... Mmmah... Your plaything..." The noises were replaced by gagging sounds, and the light creak of that someone, that
large
someone, adjusting themselves.
"Yes, pet... Your place is under me. Oh, I'm sure the girls
swoon
at you. So
strong
, they say to themselves...
So pure
... But we know different, don't we, my talented little cocksucker..." The gagging intensifed, and the mellow voice sounded pleased. "Yes, so talented, you take my whole length... And you only
pretend
to gag, for my pleasure. Because you serve... Mmmmm...
My
pleasure... And when you please me, pet... I
reward
you."
Princess Alicia pulled herself as quietly as possible from her awkward sitting to her knees... They seemed distracted (Sir Regalt definitely so, from the sounds beyond the door), and she had to
know
. She had to
know
what was going on. Who was he
debasing
himself for? Who would... She cracked open the door, just a little... It was all she needed. And she gasped, unable to help herself.
Sir Regalt's face was upturned, his eyes devoted as he looked up. Not that he had any choice, as the length in his mouth was clearly sliding down his throat. He was naked, his dick erect, small and proud in stark contrast to Sir Regalt himself... And above him, stroking a second cock while gently pushing the back of Sir Regalt's head onto his first... Was a smooth, russet scaled giant. A lizardman.
The scales did nothing to hide the muscles. In fact, their light glitter in the lamplight only accentuated them, the thick banding of its legs, the cords along its chest and arms, the ridges of its cock... Its eyes were a glistening violet, and it was horned along its jaw and head ridges, smiling toothily as it continued to degrade the knight she too, thought had been pure. It laughed a little as Sir Regalt moaned louder in between his gags and gulps.
"Hahaha, oh, even with being so obedient you haven't touched yourself, you're almost ready to cum... Not yet, your master's needs come first... And lucky you, your..." a light sneer "...
devotion
has gotten me horny... Take it out of your mouth, plaything, and finish me off with your hands... I want to mark that body as mine again... And you're going to rub it into yourself, into the bedsheets while I renew my claim on that tight little ass of yours." Sir Regalt was drooling, slickness dripping down his chin, and, still looking up, he reached up his hands and started caressing the lizardman's dick, pushing his chest out.
Princess Alicia's breathing had gotten particularly heavy, and her hand had crept down, down, into her panties, rubbing her already wet mound. She didn't know why this turned her on so much, this was
shameful
, but... She was wet, and she was playing with one breast, and playing with herself, because, through the shame, she was aroused. Sir Regalt's movements were getting quicker, his mouth open in lust, and the Princess started fingering herself, matching his speed. He was shuddering from the effort of containing himself, not cumming, and she didn't think she'd have his restraint. But all too soon, it came to a climax, the lizardmen throwing his head back as he came, thick ropes of cum leaping through the air to spatter Sir Regalt's face, his toned chest, his golden, immaculately trimmed locks with white. His tongue was outstretched, and he left it there, letting the cum on it drip onto his chest, his hands still wrapped around the cock he'd been servicing.
She couldn't help herself... She moaned in pleasure too, as quietly as she could manage. A violet eye flicked toward her, and a smile curved along the lizardman's face. "Well... Isn't this fortuitous? Stand up, plaything... Let me cradle you and rub a little of that cum into you myself, while you tell our guest how you went from noble knight... To a devoted slave to my pleasure..." Still muzzy, Sir Regalt complied, yelping a little as he was hoisted in one arm, his legs straddling the lizardman's two cocks, and moaned in renewed pleasure as those strong hands tenderly massaged his chest. "There's no point in hiding... I could smell you the moment I came in... But I do like to play my little games, and waited for you to give yourself away. Come on out... Noble lady..."
Both the Princess and Sir Regalt gasped, but... There was no
point
in hiding... She eased herself out of the closet, and stood as proudly as she could. She even tried to make her voice as imperious as her father's (A tremulous note betraying her) as she spoke. "Noble lady? I am Princess Alicia, scaled one, and I
demand
to know what you've done to Sir Regalt!" The lizardman grinned, and her show of confidence flagged. But he nodded his head in respect, a mocking grin belying the sentiment, and spoke.
"Well,
Princess
