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The life of Jeanne Darkstride sure was never dull. Stressful sometimes, amusing times more. Never dull. No, dull was maybe the least.
From a young age, Jeanne had been chosen to serve as Princess Alice Goldenedge's personal knight. Her sworn protector, her shadow in peace and war, her keeper in all things foolish and grand. She had taken the oath with quiet pride. Duty suited her. Honor even more so. And Alice... well, Alice was far more than just a charge. They'd grown up together, knew one another's silences and tempers, and somewhere along the years, Jeanne had grown almost fond of the chaos that followed the second princess like a perfume.
Almost. Not quite. Shielding the princess is a task easier said than done.
Lady Alice, for all her charm and grace, had an unparalleled talent for finding herself in the most troublesome affairs. Not courtly intrigue or assassination attempts. Those are rare in current times. No, Alice found herself in situations far more creative. Locked inside a disused broom closet for hours because she'd been chasing a cat. Trapped inside a cursed mirror after commenting on her own reflection. Turned into a frog by a mischievous witch. The list, as they say, was long.
This time, it was a dragon.
Jeanne's boots echoed through the ruins of what had once been a great castle, now little more than charred stone and vines. Her armor gleamed in the moonlight, cape flicking behind her as she passed scorched pillars and fire-warped doors. Heat rolled toward her from the broken throne room like breath from a forge.
The scene Jeanne found was... not surprising.
There lay Princess Alice, utterly nude and sprawled across a cracked stone table, her golden hair tousled, her skin slick with sweat, her limbs tangled beneath the figure of a short, muscular man with crimson scales, wings, and a long, twitching tail.
"God, yes! Yes! Don't stop! For the love of all that is good, don't you dare stop!" The screams were so loud they could wake the dead. Unmistakable pleasure ripping through her developed body.
Jeanne stood on the entryway. Evaluating the situation. Thinking carefully whether or not she should interrupt them while Alice reached another shuddering climax beneath the infamous Lord Redfang. As he was known.
The dragon turned out to be a famous fella around these lands. With an habit of collecting woman out of the road, giving them a good time and dropping them back where he found them. Sated, smug, and praising his name. The Princess being his latest guest. The people of nearby villages had been oddly reassuring, telling the soldiers escorting her carriage that she was in good hands.
Jeanne, of course, went after her anyway. As it was her duty as knight and friend.
Funnily enough, Lady Alice also has an habit of finding herself being dicked down by some of her troubles. And seemed very happy with it.
More screams of pleasure ripped through the air. Both the Princess and the dragon. Both unveiling under their own climaxes The Princesses back arched, then collapsed back against the warm stone with a breathless sigh, limbs limp, chest heaving. The dragon rolled off her with a grunt, tail twitching lazily and, for Jeanne's amusement, off the table. With a rather loud "thump".
Sticky heat still hung in the air. From her angle, Jeanne could clearly see a thick stream of semen seeping from the princess, glistening in firelight. Enough to fill a bucket. She tilted her head slightly, taking that as her cue. "Seems you are enjoying yourself again, my Lady."
Alice's head popped up, a pleased, sleepy grin on her lips. Her golden braids were a mess, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. She, like her mother, flaunted an hourglass figure many desired. Toned hips and legs, firm ass and bountiful perky breasts.
"Dearest Jeanne. On perfect time, as always." The Princess giggled. "I trust you brought me my cloak."
The knight gave a slow nod, completely unfazed on the outside. But the length inside her own trousers was most happy with the view. She pointed to her back where both greatsword and backpack hung.
Redfang also scrambled upright, startled by the foreign voice. "Ah, who?!"
The princess stretched, gesturing lazily at her knight. The body language of a cat relaxing on a hot day. To be fair to her lady, the reclaimed throne room was far cozier than the fire lining the walls suggested. "Lord Redfang, this is my trusted Knight, Jeanne Darkstride."
Jeanne folded her arms, gaze sharp as steel. The crimson dragon swallowed dry at her visage. A wise decision, Jeanne would say.
Jeanne was pleased to see her presence was enough to intimidate. Her current armor set was more ceremonial than practical, made to look rather than protect, they were on the way to a festival after all. It covered Jeanne's vital parts alright, steel chest plate protecting her arms, chest and side of her hips. Aside from that, only leather and mail for leggings. A long red cloth draped her waist, hiding her navel but not much else The greatsword, tough? Very real.
As for the dragon. He was, as stated, a man on the sorter side. Barely shoulder-height to lady Alice. His features a strange blend of man and beast, this scaled body sleek and powerful.
And, as rumors had said and Jeanne could now confirm, what he lacked in stature he more than made up for in other assets. His knotted, barbed member was easily the size of Jeanne's arm. Wrist to elbow. Her eyes flicked down. Then back up. She whistled, impressed.
"I see why the woman talk so high of you, Lord Redfang." The dragon beamed, very clearly proud of himself. Creatures like him were easy to flatter. "But I am obligated by honor to heed you a warning. The royal escort was a hair length of storming your lair with weapons in hand. Thank the woman of Golden Hills for the vow of trust."
"Oh, I shall, very much." Redfang chuckled, a deep, rolling sound like rocks shifting in lava.
The knight stepped fully into the chamber, her boots clinking softly against the scorched stone as she made her way toward the table. With a practiced motion, she unshouldered the heavy pack from her back and set it down beside the slab. Neatly, with the same methodical care she applied to most things in life.
Redfang, less subtle, let his gaze wander. His eyes dragged across her form with open hunger, his member rising again with renewed interest.
