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By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Monday 8th of June 2015 10:33:13 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:45:11 AM UTC


A short, fairytale-esque story, written for a lady from Pulptoon and posted with her permission and encouragement.

Princess Sara and Her Knight

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. Her parents were the rulers of the most glorious kingdom in the world. She had everything she could want: wardrobes full of gowns, treasuries full of jewels, stables full of horses. 

The princess had many suitors: the kings and emperors of other lands, mighty heroes and savvy merchant-princes. All of them paid tribute to her beauty as finely as their words allowed them. She noticed, though, that for some of them, their eyes shone brighter when they looked upon her jewels than on herself. Other preferred her horses, or her vast lands. None of them shone brightest for her.

And so she denied them all.

One day there came rumours of a dark army approaching the kingdom. A force of scouts was deployed to investigate. Only a few broken survivors returned. The king and queen called up an army and sent it with one of their finest generals to guard the border. Again, only a few returned, telling tales of bloody slaughter.

The king and queen called up army after army, fortifying their strongest fortresses against the foe. One by one, they fell, until at last the princess was alone in the palace, with only a few trusted bodyguards holding the doors. Giants smashed down the walls, dragonfire burned the towers and demons shattered the gates to drag the princess outside.

Holding her down, they stripped her, slashing her gown to ribbons and throwing her jewels to the dragons. Naked and trembling, she watched as the palace collapsed into rubble. Then the army parted, and a figure in armour of the blackest adamant stepped forward towards her.

“Why are you doing this?” The princess demanded of the dark general.

Before answering, the general removed her helmet, and the princess recognised her. She had known her as a squire, then as a knight. She had long guarded the princess as a chaperone while she met with her suitors. She had ridden away some time after the princess’s suitors had gone.

“You denied your suitors,” the knight said, stroking the princess’s cheek with a gauntleted finger, “because you were not what they desired.”

“Some of them you denied because they preferred your vaults full of jewels,” the knight said, and gestured to the dragons circling above. “Now they are gone.”

“Some of them you denied because they preferred your stables of horses,” the knight said, and gestured to hulking ogres, with reins still trailing for their jaws. “Now they are gone.”

“Some of them you denied because they preferred your vast lands,” the knight said, and gestured to the smoke that blanketed the horizon. “Now they are gone.”

“Now, you have nothing,” the knight said, as she cupped the princess’s chin, “and yet still I burn with desire for you.”

“Will you deny me?”

The princess did not deny her. She embraced the knight, and they mated there in the ash and the dust of the once great kingdom. 

For a year and a day the knight demonstrated the depths of her passion for the princess. Eventually, though, she found that lust was not enough to express her desire. She bound the princess with the finest ropes, though she would willing have done anything for her knight. Into the princess’s mouth she stuffed the finest fruits, into her belly the finest meats and grains, and into her skin she rubbed the finest oils. Then she laid the princess over the fire.

When the princess was well browned and near her end, the knight took her to the table. There she tasted her feet, chewed on her calves and delighted in the sweet meat of her thighs. When nothing remained of the princess but her head, the knight had it mounted on a stand of the finest mahogany.

Thus ends the tale of Princess Sara and her knight.