Unlocking My Private Locker: A Knight’s Raw Encounter with His Fey Lover
I open my Private Locker. The one in my mind, bolted shut for decades. Tonight, adrenaline surges. I spill it raw. You get the thrill of my deepest secret. That night, June 17, 1429. North-west of Orléans. Camp buzzing after Beaugency’s fall. Jeanne holds council. I stand back. Tensions rise. I back her scout plan. She keeps me after. Probes my loyalties. My ring. My fey whispers. I dodge. Thibault leaves. Wine sours. Then—honeysuckle. Thick. Intoxicating. Heart pounds. I strip. Wash fast. Fresh shirt. Wait. Breath held. Camp quiets. Breeze sighs. She materializes. Feathers dewed. Golden hair cascading. Forget-me-not eyes. I kneel. She bids rise. Cape off. I drape it on bed. Inhale her scent. Dizzy. She guides me down. Kisses palms. Sways away. Hips roll. Veils tease. Perky tits peek. Flat belly invites. Slim waist begs arms. Thighs promise grip. Bare feet dance straw. Cock hardens instantly. She spins. Slow. Hypnotic. Veils swirl. Almost reveal. Pulse races. This is it. No holding back. Desire floods. I grip sheets.
She dances closer. Eyes lock. Mischief sparks. Veils part. Full glory. Skin glows ethereal. Nipples pink, erect. Pussy shaved smooth, glistening mist. She straddles air. Grinds invisible. My hands ache. She descends. Fingers trace jaw. Light trails burn sweet. I rise. Waist gripped. Legs wrap me. Misty thighs clamp. Lips meet. Honeysuckle taste. Tongue invades. Electric. Hands roam her back. Cool fog on skin. Cock throbs against her core. She whispers ancient words. Fingers spell runes on chest. Glow sinks in. Heat builds. I lift her. Veils dissolve. Naked now. Weightless. Bed sinks under us. Cape feathers tickle. She arches. Tits brush lips. Suck hard. Bite nipple. Moan escapes—ethereal chime. Hand dives down. Fingers part slick folds. Wet. Hot inside mist. Clit swells under thumb. She bucks. Guides cock to entrance. Push. Slide in deep. Tight. Velvet grip. Pulse milks me. Thrust up. Slow first. Build rhythm. Hips slap mist. Sweat beads. Her nails rake—spark trails. Faster. Deeper. Legs lock ankles. Eyes burn blue fire. Breaths sync. Climax nears. She clenches. Waves crash. I explode. Seed spills into fog. She absorbs. Shudders. Peak hits her. Chimes fill tent. Collapse. Entwined. Glow fades. Bliss hums.
The Opening: Breaking the Seal
Spent. Chest heaves. Her head on shoulder. Fingers trace ring. Peace floods. No guilt. Pure. Thibault spies? Doesn’t matter. Secret shared now—with you. Locker snaps shut. Light. Free. Dawn breaks. Scouts ride. Battle calls. Cerf guides. I vanish into woods. Her realm. Thibault inherits. I chose love over war. Ring kisses final time. Gone. That night sealed me forever. Yours now. Exhale. Locker locked.
