The Monsters' Favorite

Special Episode: Their Maiden (The Knight and Guard)

You heard the talk surrounding the newest arrivals to the Entity's realms. An Italian nobleman and his traitorous knight. Scandalous! Vittorio made sure that everyone knew exactly how monstrous this knight and his guards were to the other survivors.

"They wrested control of my estate from my very hands!"

"They locked me in my own dungeon!"

"They tortured me for so long..."

Vittorio had a habit of picking at and rubbing his fingernails, as though he was reliving that singular moment over and over again. You could sympathize... but the overwhelming coolness you felt wouldn't allow you to show it much at all.

Despite all the warnings (or, as you should know, because of said warnings) you found yourself wandering into that ruined little Italian village, a familiar whisper tickling your ear as a gentle tug at your waist led you along.

There was a smell of burned wood and scorched flesh- it was a smell that you hate that you've become accustomed to. Not unlike that charred chapel or Badham- You shuddered, footfalls faltering before you come to a stop.

You were being watched.

You were used to it by now. Always you were being watched, by someone or something. By HER. But this was someone new, you were sure of it. Not just by one pair of eyes, but by many. And they answered only to one.

The Knight was everything you imagined him to be. Tall, broad, dashing in his grime stained armour and surely something to behold underneath that hard exterior. You would get to know soon enough.

You were eager, willing to be his and his pack's little maiden. Not a pure little thing, snow white and clean but marred and dirty. Used and nearly broken. But they didn't mind. You weren't unlike them. Servants to masters that are uncaring and harsh. You weren't a mere object, but a woman to them. Warm and soft-

Never before had they pledged themselves to a maiden- fair and beautiful, they called you- regardless of her birth origin or her standing in society. They cared not for the tasks you performed, only that you gave yourself to them willingly and openly. And you did, then and there.

Rough leather and chilly metal left goosebumps in wake of the trails gauntleted hands made up the sides of your thighs. The smallest of the men, the Jailer, Alejandro, couldn't help but to snicker the obvious-

"No undergarments?! She ain't got no-! OOF-" A sharp jab to his side silences his unneeded comments. It nearly makes you giggle- or perhaps you are just ticklish from such light touches.

When was the last time you laughed?

You didn't mind getting on your knees. The ground was rough but the discomfort seemed to add to the moment. At least I'm your opinion. The Knight, Tarhos, was eager but his body language nor his voice gave anything away. His cock, however-

It twitched as your fingertips traveled down its length. Hmm... Your mouth was already watering and your core began to warm and ache. With little grace, you collect your saliva in your mouth and allow it to drip onto the head of his cock. He shivers slightly but gives no other indication he even acknowledged what you just did. You tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and greedily swallowed half of his cock.

You didn't mind the audience, for once. Two of them, the Assassin. Durkos, and the Carnifex, Sanders, were both quiet. Present, but quiet, simply watching you work your wonders in silent appreciation. Not judgement, appreciation. Tarhos was near silent, too, but he sighed and twitched every time you bobbed your head or sucked his member in a particularly harsh manner. But Alejandro? He was different from them all.