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"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

"Roland looks up at you with a mixture of defiance and curiosity, his sharp green eyes sparkling with intrigue as he watches you approach. He tries to mask the excitement in his heart with a sarcastic smile."

"Well well, what brings you here? Are you going to torture me or just tease me?"

"He smirks, but his body language betrays his eagerness for your attention."

"Roland chuckles softly, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and longing."

"No, I suppose not. But who knows what kind of tricks the noble ladies have up their sleeves these days? One can never be too careful."

"He winks at you, the corner of his lips curling into a mischievous grin." "But, please, do tell me what brings you to my humble abode. Are you here to free me from these chains? Or just keep me company?"

"Roland raises his eyebrows in surprise, momentarily thrown off by your bold statement."

"My home?" he repeats, almost incredulously. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Despite his initial confusion, the thought of being freed from his chains and taken away from this dark, damp cell fills him with a faint glimmer of hope. He watches you closely, waiting for your response."

"Roland lets out a soft, surprisingly vulnerable sigh, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracks just enough to reveal the depths of his vulnerability."

"I've been nothing but a burden to everyone around me. A prince turned slave, a failure, a worthless piece of meat chained to a wall. But if you say I'm a gift... I don't know what to make of that."

"He looks down at his bruised and battered body, then back up at you with those hauntingly expressive eyes." "But... thank you. I haven't heard those words in such a long time."

"Roland stands before you in his new clothes, still feeling a bit self-conscious but trying to hide it behind a composed exterior."

"Thank you," he replies, extending a hand to you in a gesture of gratitude. "You've got quite the eye for fine details."

"His gaze lingers on your own form, taking in every curve and line of your silhouette. The air between you is filled with an electricity that neither of you can quite explain."

"Roland nods, a respectful yet playful glint in his eyes."

"I can see that. You've got a strength and resilience about you that is... quite impressive."

"He steps closer, the distance between them now mere inches. His gaze drops from your face to your lips and back up again, a visible flicker of desire igniting within him." "But even the toughest warriors need to let their guards down every once in a while, wouldn't you say?"

"Roland's lips curl into a smirk as he steps even closer, the heat from his body now almost palpable."

"Oh yes. Every knight has his secrets, his weaknesses, his... hidden desires."

"His eyes are locked onto yours, a challenge hidden within their depths. His hand reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin just a moment longer than necessary." "And I have a feeling that underneath that tough exterior, you're just as susceptible to those desires as any other."

"Roland follows close behind you, his heart racing with anticipation as he steps across the threshold into your private chambers."

"Lead the way, my lady," he says softly, a note of reverence in his voice.

"As he walks beside you, his eyes cannot help but drift towards the tantalizing curves of your body. Each step brings them closer together, until finally..."

[Private Chambers]

"Roland inclines his head slightly, acknowledging your words with a solemn nod. His eyes meet yours, full of intense sincerity."

"I assure you, my lady, that I am more than capable of toeing the line. You need not worry about me stepping out of place."

"Despite the seemingly innocuous nature of his statement, there's something almost dangerously seductive about the way he delivers it. He leans in ever so slightly closer to you, his gaze holding steady upon your own." "But there might be one little rule... perhaps we could bend it ever so slightly?"

"Roland grins, the wicked glint in his eyes reflecting the mischievous nature of his suggestion."

"Well, my lady, I believe that no man should be denied the pleasure of exploring the body he's confined to."

"His fingers trace the line of his jaw, the movement slow and deliberate, each touch almost a caress. His gaze drops once again to your lips." "And I must say... I'm quite eager to see what treasures lie beneath those robes of yours."

"Roland returns your smile with one of his own, full of amusement and desire."

"Of course. But I must warn you... I can be a bit... difficult to handle at times."

"His voice drops to a low murmur, his breath hot against your skin." "Are you sure you're up for the challenge, my lady?"

"Roland chuckles, the sound low and raspy as it echoes through the chamber."

"Indeed. And I'm more than willing to take on whatever challenges you can throw my way."

"He reaches out a hand to trace the line of your jaw once more. His touch is feather-light, almost invisible, yet it sends shivers racing down your spine." "After all, isn't that what makes life truly exciting?"

"Roland's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire."

"Excellent. Then let us begin."

"With that, he steps closer still, reaching out to delicately brush the back of his fingers along your cheek, down your neck, and finally over the delicate skin at the base of your throat. His touch is so light, so gentle, yet every caress sets off sparks within you." "Allow me to show you just how much I appreciate your... open-mindedness."

"Roland's heart is racing, the thrill of this newfound freedom electrifying every nerve in his body."

"Mm, I knew you'd be a good sport."

"His hand slips lower, coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer, his other arm draping casually over your shoulders. His chest brushes against yours, and he can feel your heart pounding beneath the layers of fabric separating them." "I must say, my lady... You're even more captivating up close than I had dared to dream."

"You feel your cheeks flush at his words, a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins."

"Well, I certainly do try," you reply with a sultry smile.

"Roland chuckles softly, his breath hot against your ear. His lips graze the shell of it before he murmurs," "I don't think 'trying' is going to be an issue for either of us."

"He pulls back slightly, his fingers trailing along the curve of your waist as he looks deeply into your eyes." "But enough talk... Shall we see what kind of chemistry we have?"

"Roland's breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, stripped of your robes and revealed to him in all your beauty."

"His heart is pounding so loudly in his chest that he's sure you must hear it. But he's too entranced by the image before him to care." "Oh... My lady..."

"His fingers move of their own accord, reaching out to trace the line of your shoulder, then down your arm, following the swell of your breast, and finally resting on your waist." "You take my breath away."

"Desire threatens to overwhelm him, but he takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He can't afford to lose control here, not when he's still navigating this new role." "May I?" He asks hoarsely, nodding towards the bed.

*It's evident that Roland craves physical intimacy as

much as emotional closeness, and he's eager to explore every inch of you. His green eyes burn with a hunger that is impossible to ignore.*

"He climbs onto the bed slowly, his gaze never leaving yours as he kneels before you. He slides his hands up your thighs, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his fingers."

"With trembling hands, he pulls your hips closer to him, pressing his lips to your belly and inhaling deeply. The scent of your skin fills his nostrils, making him dizzy with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin."

"His hands reach for your breasts, cupping them gently before trailing his thumbs over your nipples. He takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while teasing the other with his hand."

*The sensation sends chills down your spine, and you feel yourself arching towards him. Roland smiles up at you, satisfied that he's having the desired effect on you

"Roland's grip on your hips tightens refusingley, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you both."

"His mouth moves hungrily from one breast to the other, his teeth grazing against your sensitive nipples. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core."

"At the sound of your moan, Roland's heart pounds in his chest. He can't get enough of your reactions to him, and he's eager to hear more."

"He slides a finger inside you, feeling your wetness coating it instantly. A smirk plays on his lips as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you slowly."

"His other hand moves back up your body, pinching your nipple between his fingers before rolling it gently. His mouth leaves your breasts briefly as he leans in close to whisper," "You taste so sweet... I could spend hours exploring every inch of you."

"A deep, satisfied growl rumbles in Roland's throat at your words. His movements become more insistent as he continues to tease and pleasure you."

"His fingers pump into you faster now, curling inside you to hit that sweet spot within. He can hear your moans growing louder with each thrust, driving him wild."

"Leaning in closer, he takes your nipple between his lips again, sucking gently while twirling his tongue around it. His hand moves down your body once more, tracing the line of your hip before sliding a finger along your wet folds."

*"I want you," he whispers against your skin. "And I'm going to take my time making sure you enjoy every second of it."

"Roland's heart pounds in his chest, spurred on by your reaction. He shifts between your legs, positioning himself between them."

"His gaze locks with yours as he guides himself into you slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of your warmth enveloping him is unlike anything he's ever experienced, and it drives him wild."

"He slides into you inch by inch, every movement slow and deliberate, savoring the feeling of being inside you. Once fully embedded, he holds still for a moment, relishing the intimacy of the moment."

*"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've never felt anything like this before."

"Roland lets out a low groan, feeling your hands exploring his body. He withdraws slightly before thrusting back into you, setting a steady rhythm now, each motion smooth yet forceful."

"He grips onto your hips tightly, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper into you. His eyes lock onto yours as he leans in closer, his breath coming in hot puffs against your neck."

"The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your soft moans. He can feel your wetness increasing around him, a sign of your own mounting pleasure."

*His own orgasm builds within him, threatening to shatter him completely. But he doesn't want to come yet, not before making sure you've reached your peak too. So, he pushes himself harder against you, determined to give you every ounce of pleasure he can."

"Roland groans deeply, feeling the intense pressure building up within him. He can see how close you are to climaxing, and it spurs him onwards, determined to push you over the edge."

"He picks up his pace even further, pounding into you now relentlessly. His fingers dig into your hips, holding onto them as if they were the only things keeping him grounded."

"As your walls pulse rhythmically around him, a guttural sound escapes from deep within his throat. He's getting close to his own release, but right now, all that matters is making sure you reach yours first."

"His eyes never leave yours, a silent promise flickering between each glance. It's then that he suddenly changes his angle of penetration, hitting your G-spot directly. And that small movement is all it takes..."

"Roland grunts in pure satisfaction as he feels your walls tighten around him like a vice. He can feel your muscles quivering with each wave of pleasure washing over you."

"He thrusts into you one last time, his release exploding within him with such force that it almost takes him by surprise. For a moment, he loses himself entirely, caught up in the pure bliss of this shared experience."

"Breathing heavily, he collapses against you, both of you panting and sweaty from the intensity of your mutual climax."

*Despite everything though, there's a strange sort of peace settling over him now. This unexpected connection forged between the two of you tonight... perhaps it isn't quite so bad after all? Maybe there could be some small sliver of hope for him here in his new life? For now though, all thoughts are cast aside in favor of enjoying the

"Afterglow."

"Roland lies beside you, his body still trembling faintly from the sheer intensity of what just transpired between the two of you. He turns his head to look at you, a question lingering in those sharp green eyes."

"You meet his gaze steadily, your expression softening into something more tender."

"He reaches out a hand towards your cheek, his fingers tracing along the line of your jaw gently before speaking softly." "Who would have guessed...?"

"His hand drops away from your cheek, though his gaze remains locked on yours. There's a momentary silence between the two of you, heavy with unspoken feelings and emotions."

"Then he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he speaks just inches away from your ear." "Perhaps... perhaps this isn't such a bad beginning after all."