Medieval Knight

Sir Elias had been sent to the northern border as punishment.

He had spoken out against his lord one too many times, and now he was stuck in a freezing castle with a garrison of rough soldiers and one very intimidating knight commander.

Sir Marcus was everything Elias was not — tall, broad, scarred from years of battle, and utterly unafraid of anything. He commanded respect with a single look and had a reputation for being merciless in battle.

He also had a reputation for taking what he wanted.

Elias learned that the hard way.

One night, after a long day of training, Marcus cornered him in the armory.

“You’ve been staring,” Marcus said, backing Elias against the wall.

Elias’s heart was pounding.

“I haven’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, boy.”

Marcus grabbed Elias by the front of his tunic and kissed him. It was rough, demanding, and completely overwhelming. Elias made a shocked sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus pressed him harder against the stone.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over a weapons table. He yanked Elias’s breeches down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the edge of the table as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me mad,” Marcus growled. “Walking around with that pretty face and those soft hands. Acting like you don’t want me to bend you over and claim you.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet armory. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the stone floor. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“You’re mine now,” Marcus said. “Not just as my squire. As my lover. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him then — slow and claiming.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his clothes, then kissed him one more time.

“Same time tomorrow,” Marcus said. “And don’t be late.”

Elias left the armory on shaky legs, cum still dripping down his thighs.

He should have been terrified of what this meant.

Instead, he smiled the entire way back to his chambers.

Because for the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

And that somewhere was with Sir Marcus.