Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, awoke with a low moan to find a beautiful woman sucking his cock. Jen smiled up from his groin, his magic cock in her mouth, her large tits barely contained by the dress and leather corset that she wore.
"What a nice way to wake up," he groaned, reaching down to run his hands through her blonde hair. He didn't care how she'd got into his room.
"I thought it might be," Jen said back, pulling her head from his member. "Princess Isabel sent me to wake you because the ceremony is starting soon."
Jeffrey sat more upright. "The ceremony? How soon?"
"In about twenty minutes," Jen grinned as she pumped her hand on his shaft. "I thought I'd wake you up the fun way though."
Sir Jeffrey grunted as she took him into her mouth once more, delivering an expert blowjob. He really wanted to get dressed as he didn't want to miss the ceremony but he also really wanted to let Jen continue sucking his cock.
She bobbed her head on his member, running her fist along his length as she did so. Her tongue swirled around his tip as she sucked down and he knew he was on his way. The cum churned in his balls.
"Jen, I'm going to come if you carry on like that..." he said, holding the top of her head.
She moaned onto his shaft, moving her head quicker and he took that as permission. With a shuddering twitch he cried out and his jizz shot into the blonde's mouth. She gulped it down happily as he lay there overcome by his orgasm.
Eventually he pushed himself from the bed and Jen giggled.
"I hope that was a nice way to wake up, Sir Knight."
He laughed, quickly pulling on his clothes. "It certainly was, Jen. Thank you."
She smiled back, before handing him his armour and helping him dress. Soon, he was ready for the ceremony, and she quickly led him to the main hall.
"They are starting, Sir Knight," she smiled. "Good luck." With that, she quickly disappeared down the corridor.
Sir Jeffrey moved swiftly into the ceremonial hall to see it filled with nobles and peasants, with the Knights Errant grouped at the front. He hurried to join them. He could see Sara, but she was at the front of the group and so he could not easily push his way to her. Instead, he waited at the back.
Suddenly, trumpets blared, and he knelt with the other knights as the Queen and her guard entered the room, Princess Isabel walking behind. The Queen was an older woman, in her late-fifties most likely, with greying hair. She was certainly carrying some weight but Sir Jeffrey supposed that if he were monarch he'd get fat too since he could do what he liked. Nevertheless, he knew she had a reputation in the land as being the best and most fair ruler for hundreds of years.
As she stood at the head of the room a man in long red livery stepped forwards with a scroll. He announced that this was the knighting ceremony and that any Knights Errant who felt they were worthy of being elevated to Knights of the Land should step forward.
He watched as Sara stepped forward, his heart racing. The man turned to her. It seemed that a hush went round the crowd. Clearly they knew why Sara was here.
"You feel you are ready to earn full status, Dame?" he said, not unpleasantly. Just plainly.
Sara nodded. "I do. My name is Dame Sara Illou, and I claim for full status under the right that I have uncovered an ancient artifact of value to the land."
"Is that the artifact?" the man said, nodding to the axe at Sara's waist.
She unhooked it and held it above her head. "Yes. The Axe of the Mists is in my possession and I donate it to the Queen."
The crowd roared and Sara beamed, before the Queen raised her hand and silence immediately descended. She turned to Sara.
"You found that axe, Dame Knight?"
Sara nodded.
"Then I proclaim you, Dame Sara Illou, a full Knight of the Land." The Queen pressed two fingers against Sara's forehead, then stepped backwards. The crowd cheered again. Sara looked like she was going to burst with pride and Jeffrey was delighted for her. That could have been him presenting the axe, but he realised now that Sara deserved it more.
After a moment, the Queen raised her hand again for silence to descend. "And Dame Sara, I accept your offer of the Axe of the Mists, and as your gift of knighthood, together with the land and title that I bestow upon you, I also return the weapon to your possession. May it serve you, and the kingdom, well."
Sara bowed low then stepped from the platform, moving to stand at the side. Another knight stepped forward and made a claim.
Sir Jeffrey watched on as the other five knights all successfully made claims to title, though none were as grand as Sara's. Yet they succeeded, to moderate cheers. The only roar that claim close to Sara's was for the knight who had won the Queen's Joust. Clearly he was popular.
At last only Jeffrey was left and he suddenly realised he was very nervous. The man turned to him, scroll in hand, and scowled.
"I do not have your name here, Sir Knight. Are you a late claimant?"
Sir Jeffrey smiled shakily. "I am, your honour. My name is Sir Jeffrey Trailson. I hope that is acceptable?"
The man pursed his lips then nodded curtly. "Very well. Under what right do you make your claim?"
"I claim for full status with the support of two people of title to vouch for me."
"I will require their names, Sir Knight, and they will need to speak on your behalf."
A faint murmur ran through the crowd. This was the least used of all the methods of achieving full status, Sir Jeffrey knew.
"Firstly, I name Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land and wielder of the Axe of the Mists."
The murmur grew louder, until the Queen raised her hand again.
"Dame Sara Illou," she began. "Do you vouch for this man's claim to title, and for what reason?"
Sara stepped forwards. "Your highness, I do vouch for Sir Jeffrey Trailson. It was with his help that I located the Axe of the Mists, and though the weapon is mine, his honour and bravery were apparent to me from the start." She smiled at Jeffrey and he grinned in response.
The Queen nodded. "I accept your claim."
"The Queen accepts your claim," the man repeated. "Please, Sir Knight, name your second person of title."
Isabel smirked on the platform.
"I name Princess Isabel, sir," Jeffrey said clearly.
Chaos erupted in the room, with cheers and shouts and curses filling the air. The man looked stunned, as did the knights, including Sara. Even the Queen looked taken aback. The only person who seemed unsurprised was Princess Isabel, who merely grinned at Jeffrey.
Suddenly, the Queen raised her hand, and the shouting almost immediately halted. She stared at Sir Jeffrey and he could not tell if she were angry or merely intrigued.
"You claim Princess Isabel as someone to vouch for you, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant?" she said slowly. "That is a bold claim to make."
"I do, your highness," he replied.
She turned to Isabel then. "Do you accept this man's use of your name, Isabel? Do you support his claim?"
"I do, mother," she smiled in return. A very brief murmur ran through the crowd.
"Elaborate please, Princess Isabel. Why does he deserve title?"