In the flickering torchlight of a secluded castle tent after the grand melee, Sir Gareth wiped sweat from his brow, his armor half-unlaced. Across from him stood Sir Rowan, the rival knight whose blade had nearly bested him. "You fought like a man possessed, Rowan," Gareth said with a smirk. "Or was it just to impress me?"
Rowan chuckled, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming. "Impress you? Hardly. Though watching you sweat and pant under that sun made the victory sweeter. Admit it, you're horny for a rematch." Their banter sharpened as Rowan traced a finger along Gareth's chest plate. "Or perhaps you'd rather I claim my prize another way."
Tension crackled as Gareth pulled him into a fierce kiss, hands roaming. "Bold words from a man whose cock is already hard against me," he whispered. Rowan grinned, shedding his tunic. "And your ass looks ready to be claimed, knight. Care for a blowjob to start?"
Clothes fell away amid panting breaths. Rowan dropped to his knees, taking Gareth's cock into his mouth with expert hunger, tongue swirling as Gareth groaned. "Fuck, that's wet and dripping already," Rowan teased between licks, his own arousal throbbing.
Gareth hauled him up, spinning him against the table. "My turn to make you dripping," he growled, thrusting fingers slick with oil into Rowan's ass. The knight arched, witty retort lost in moans. "Harder, or are you all talk?"
They tumbled to the furs, bodies sweating and grinding. Gareth entered him in one hard push, cock filling Rowan completely as they moved in rhythm, cum building with every thrust. "Your pussy-tight ass is perfect," Rowan panted, legs wrapped tight.
They came together in a shuddering release, cum spilling hot between them. Collapsing in a heap, Rowan whispered, "Next chapter, we ride for the king's forbidden woods—where no one can hear us scream."
The night was far from over.
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