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𝔘𝔫𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰.

🗡⊱ Knight!Toby Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary ⊱ When taking some time to pray in the chapel, Toby has other plans that make you question your faith.

WC ⊱ 6.7k.

Warning(s) ⊱ 18+, unsafe sex, AUs, explicit, dubious consent elements, mentions of murder, strangulation, sex, head, eating out, bruising, swearing, mentions of death, questions of faith, heavy talk of religion, questioning of faith, religion, orgasm, light asphyxiation, biting, kissing, fluids, in public, sexual content, vaginal, sexual inexperience, sexual overstimulation, denying of an orgasm, edging, virginity, taking of virginity, purity, losing your purity.

Art credit ⊱ pahatao (ig)

The church, a place of calm, peace, serenity and yet Toby couldn't understand why. Perhaps this was why he was always the odd one out, the pagan, the non-believer. Why should he? After everything he had gone through, everything he had fought, the men who had died in his arms? There was no afterlife, no God or Maker, there was just death and nothingness. So, when he found you praying in the church, he couldn't understand as to why you believed in this bullshit. Was it for approval, for guilt of a deadly sin you kept hidden from him? Though as his curiosity nipped at him, eager for some kind of answer, he didn't want to disturb your peace because you looked so beautiful under that stained glass. The colours danced on your pale skin, etching every frame, casting shadows along each bosom on your chest. Dare he look, not in a church, it's just seeing you on your knees in such a way ignited something within him. Toby couldn't deny himself of you, he couldn't deny those feelings of longing, you were too perfect and if there were a God - if he did pray - then he prayed each day and night to not give into his temptations. The urges, the feelings - the king would have his damned head. Still, the idea of seeing your virgin skin, of having your legs wrapped around his frame, of feeling the plumpness of your tits flush against his chest - fuck, he was getting hard.

Shuffling from one foot to another, the knight lowered his chin so that it met his chest, glancing at his growing cock as he exchanged another glance up from under his lashes toward you. The chapel was so eerily quiet, so much so that he could hear his own blood rushing and have mercy, it was not rushing to his head. You were quietly uttering soft prayers, though he couldn't make out much of what was being said. Perhaps you were hoping to be rid of the current plague that tormented your townsfolk or to rid the lingering fear of war. Whatever it was, he couldn't find himself caring because right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock within you, holding you sharply against these chapel walls and taking your virginity before God himself. It must be an ego thing because the thought made Toby shiver; the idea of ruining you so that no other man dared to touch you. Toby knew there were something wrong with him, not because taking the life of another man makes him shiver in ecstasy, but because he knows that his cock is perfect for you - you just don't know it yet.

With a stifled groan, he lifted his head back up and shot a cautious glance toward the wooden doors of the church. It was too early in the morning for any other people to join for the mass and though the risk excited him more, he had to play this dangerous game safe. You were a princess, destined for the throne, for marriage for fucks sake! What was he thinking? Well, it certainly wasn't with his head, but his cock. Before he could rest his eyes for a moment, letting his mind wander, the sudden uttering of your prayers ceased and he raised a brow in interest. You were looking over toward him and he wasn't sure if he were reading too deep into it; but you wanted to say something. Not wanting to delay, he quickly stepped over toward the wooden pew.

"My Lady," he spoke softly, his voice bouncing back at him as it echoed in the empty hall of the chapel. "Is there something you need?" Though before he could throw out a hand for you, you simply turned back away, your gaze meeting with the cross that sat atop a stone slab before the two of you. The cross was mighty in size and it loomed over the frame of you two, the significance not meaning much to the knight but the shadow weighing heavy on you.

"I want you to pray with me, will you?" you asked, voice so soft and gentle Toby could've melted right there and then. Almost as soft as butter, god, something he wanted in his mouth. Your question stunned him for a moment, his brows twisting from concern, confusion and then raising in a questioning manner. You knew his stance on religion, he made that very prominent with the amount of times he interrupted the mass, the amount of scoffs he gave whenever the mention of 'God' came up in a conversation. Toby knew you knew and now a part of him questioned whether you were trying to get under his skin, not that you could anyway. Of course, it wasn't a personal attack, it's just you were so riddled in anxiety that the thought of not getting an extra prayer here or there sent a crushing feeling of nausea to swim throughout your very being. A part of you just hoping that perhaps if you made Toby of all people to drop to his knees and utter a prayer, which followed with an 'amen', perhaps God will be a little more forgiving in the future of your Kingdom. Honestly, you were hopeful that he would do it until he suddenly barked a soft scoff from under his breath. Toby was careful to tiptoe around your feelings when it came to religion, he knew how much this meant to you and how little he was being a pagan himself.

"I don't pray," he grumbled from under his breath, following your gaze momentarily toward before turning back to your frame. You looked so pretty on your knees before him; it was hard to not reach out and gently caress your cheek. "You should know this, Lady, you of all people," there was a tone of ridicule to his voice, not wanting to start a pointless argument and ruin your precious peace. Your sudden hopefulness vanished and a frown crossed your features for a moment, finding your gaze lowering to find the right words before glancing back up at him.

Deep down, there was no denying your feelings toward your personal knight, the secret training in-arms he gave you beneath the castle, down in the dungeon, where his hands would graze along your curves or rest on your hips or perhaps the feeling you felt when he looked at you a certain way. Like that night with the ball, where he stood just staring at you the entire night, like a predator hungry for its pray. A part of you began to wonder if you were reading it wrong, that perhaps you were just falling hopelessly in love with this brunette and that he was just here on duty - but surely he felt it too? Because why is he looking at you like this? Your brow creased and quickly, you disrupted your thoughts with a gentle shake of your head.

"What if I tell you, as your Lady, that you have to."

There was a tension in the air, a tension that was palpable and Toby shifted, feeling what you felt too and it was obvious by the look in his eye. Being commanded around was usual for him, but there was something in your sentence that ignited a flame within him, a flame that desperately wanted to be fuelled by more. Raising a challenging eyebrow, a soft smirk crept at the corner of his lip and he sighed, a sigh of defeat. Everything in his being was screaming at him to disobey this one order, to remain stood - mostly because it gave him a good angle of your cleavage that was becoming increasingly hard to not look at.

"I do not pray," there was a sternness in his voice and honestly, his disobedience shocked you. It wasn't often Toby rebelled, he was good at what he did and mercy, you knew this because of the vows he took when he pledged himself to you! Frankly, you were speechless, unsure on how to approach this and hesitantly, you glanced at him up and down.

Of course, you had power, a power that he did not possess and nothing would stop you from threatening him, banishing him from the kingdom! However, as if he had read your mind, Toby stepped forward and he was close. Closer than he had ever been before, so close that you could feel the warmth radiate off his skin. You were, and you hated to admit it, you were intimidated. This man towered over you, you could feel his breath tickle the hairs on the back of your neck, you could feel his stare and instinctively, you glanced down. You cowered, like a dog, with your tail between your legs and you wanted to step back, feeling your body already move before his gloved hand suddenly came onto your wrist. His grip was hard and unforgiving, leaving a gentle sting on the tenderness of your skin as you wiggled against his grip, feeling your heart race and a sickening twist in your stomach.

"Toby-" You spoke through gritted teeth, a warning as you craned your head up to glance at him, brows so furrowed that it hurt. He'd never touched you in this way before, he'd never made you feel unsafe and yet now; you were trembling. A part of you were unsure as to why. Perhaps it were because of the rumours that surrounded him, perhaps because it were the mere thought of knowing that he had killed men with his own hands? Maybe because deep down, you knew your odds of overpowering him were little to none. It seemed your warning only ignited something within him though, something that his gut was screaming at him to not do and before he could withdraw his hand, his other came toward your cleavage and promptly pulled down the clothing to reveal your breasts. There was little care in the action, little to non decency and he knew that doing something like this would kill him. The cold air hit your tits and in response, your nipples immediately began to perk, the attention, the confusion and the suddenness of it made you gasp. You felt.. betrayed, exposed and as much as you wanted to cover yourself, you didn't.

You knew Toby knew. You knew he knew how you felt. He knew that you knew that he watches you undress in front of your window while he watches outside while on his patrol. He knows because you do it in front of the window on purpose, he knows you do it to tease and lure him in because coincidentally, it's always on the same time he has to stride past. So, when you hesitated to cover yourself, it was more of an invitation.

His gloved hand moved to cup your breast, folding the size and feeling it in the palm of his hand. There was a sense of pride in the way he touched you, a smug smirk that just wanted to tug at the corner of his lips. The feeling of having you right where he wanted you, the idea of knowing how wrong this was and just how right it felt. Toby thrilled in the idea of a priest walking in, seeing you naked before him and before God.

"Tut, tut, tut," he shook his head in rhythm to his disapproval, scolding you as if you had a choice in the matter. "What would you s-ss-ss-- stupid God think now?" he revelled in your embarrassment, relished in the way you squirmed underneath his thumb as he toyed with your nipple playfully. His gaze exchanged between your flustered face and the cross that stood in the chapel, watching over your sinned acts, judging you heavily and the weight of it baring heavily on your shoulders. There was so much you wanted to do, to say; but you couldn't. Fuck, you just couldn't because the amount of times you finger fucked your clit at the idea of giving yourself to Toby, the idea of letting him taking your purity. It was blasphemy, it was enough to get him publicly hung.

Words of encouragement and disapproval lingered on your tongue, mind tearing between the two and the idea of your knees suddenly buckling beneath you becoming a heavy burden. So, you only whimpered, your whimper echoing in the empty chapel, allowing you to hear how pathetic you sounded. His other hand, that once held you hostage, now moved up your spine. Caressing the curve of your buttocks, appreciating the length of your spine before letting his fingers enclose around the back of your neck. Such a small, pretty neck, so petite. His whole palm and length of his fingers stretched with ease around your neck. So precious, so delightful and Toby couldn't contain his thoughts. Without much thought, he leant forward and let the roughness of his lips attack your neck. With your already trembling knees, you stumbled back and collided with the cold, stone wall behind you. Which allowed Toby to pin you right where he wanted you, right where he fantasised of taking you. His lips, though rough, danced gracefully along your neck. Nipping and licking you with a hunger he couldn't contain much longer, you were so sweet, so inviting and fuck, did he want you to warm his cock.

"Do you know-" his tongue grazed over your skin, warming it for just a moment before letting the cold send shivers along your skin, prickling at the mere touch alone. "Verdammt-" he was a stuttering, spluttering mess, his thoughts nothing but a haze of lust. It was only a moment his lips paid your neck attention before he leant down, allowing his tongue to run a slick, wet pattern down to your other nipple - giving it the attention it deserved. His tongue wet the bud clean, running circles around it and letting his teeth graze it in a way that made your hips squirm before pulling away to utter against your flesh. "Do you even know how bad I've w-wanted you-?" he uttered, words and look dangerous as he slowly dropped to his knees. "Meine kleine maus.." Those words, the way he whispered his mother tongue, a language you had yet to understand, it sent you into a spiral. A spiral that made you desperately rub your thighs together, your clit aching for attention as you rested the back of your skull against the stone, mouth agape as you gasped unsteady breaths. You wanted to protest, you wanted to push him away, repent your sins, but now he was on his knees, his hands removing themselves off your bosom and slowly to the hem of your dress, all the while keeping his eyes interlocked with your own.

"Lord have mercy.." you uttered, a sweet whisper of ecstasy, a whisper that encouraged him. Toby chuckled, it was so deep and hoarse that you could barely recognise it as his own. His unforgiving hands moved further, revealing your soft skin from beneath the dress, revealing your legs and thighs. The knight crept his head forward, his lips ghosting your inner leg as he sucked in your scent, as his nose tickled your legs and his lips left sloppy, messy kisses in his wake. You could feel him grinning against your skin.

"There is no God here," Toby uttered against your skin. "And here I th-thought I was the dirty s-sinner," he jest, stifling a little chuckle as his hands moved around your thighs and up to your buttocks. Taking in the warmth of each cheek, he gave them a squeeze, hard enough to bruise and embarrassingly, your hips bucked in an eagerness you couldn't control. Every day, Toby bent a knee to you, his hand on his heart, his gaze on you dangerous and strong from underneath his lashes, devoting his life to you but now, here? This was an entirely different meaning.

His kisses trailed up your inner thigh, higher and higher until he met the lining of your underwear; his fingers tickling around to pull the fabric aside and it was there he buried his nose deep in your pubic hair.

Honestly, you were stunned as he inhaled your scent, an animalistic groan escaping from his lips as his tongue darted out to wet his mouth. Despite the serenity the church provided, the sudden tension around the two of you changed. The air becoming thick and you could barely focus with your heart practically being in your mouth. There was so much you wanted to say - you wanted to do; but you were frozen at the event that was suddenly unfolding before you. This took the meaning of your own personal knight to a whole other level and what made it worst is that Toby knew you so well, so well in a way that you couldn't admit. Like he had taken the time to analyse your every move, emotion; he knows you inside and out - well, just about inside. With your mind being nothing but a dizzy haze of confusion and lust, you broke the eye contact for a mere moment to glance over at the cross before you. For all you know, Toby could be right; maybe there was no God and Toby was the devil all along - uttering sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you could ponder any further, a warmth began to wet your lips and clit and immediately you gasped. The man knelt before you lapping hungrily at your cunt, groaning and grunting soft noises of approval at how rich you tasted; at how hard you made him. He could've sworn, if there were some God, then he put all his power into making you and your pussy divine, because in all the whores he'd spent his coin on - you were heavenly. Was it your purity? Your virginity that made you so sweet that he practically sunk deeper, his shoulders dropping in delight as his tongue worked on focusing on your clit; giving you the attention any future queen deserved. You couldn't contain yourself, your cunt becoming nothing but a bundle of excited nerves and without haste, your hand and fingers entangled in the brown mess of hair on his head. Your cunt was unbearably sensitive, so much so that the urge to pull his head away was crossing your mind but his tongue flicked and lapped in a way that made you melt against the wall. His tongue moved in precision, with experiance as he continued to seep every stifled groan and whine from you, drinking it in like a fine wine that had been well preserved for years. Toby couldn't fathom how good you tasted, how good you were, a part of him seriously beginning to question whether this just be another one of his dreams. No, he was here, he was here and he was sucking on your clit so well that you could practically see stars.

His fingers twitched against your skin, eager to indulge a finger within your walls though hesitant to save the purity for his cock instead. He'd simply have to comply with your taste for now, with how wet and slick you already were, with how his saliva mixed perfectly with your own juices. This was better than anything he had done, this was better than taking a mans life. Toby's experiance with women were demonstrated well, especially with how well his tongue seemingly knew you already. He knew how to get your hips buckling, he knew how to steal that one moan that you were so desperately hiding from within the depths of your chest. With a hungry groan, he began to suckle softly on the plumpness of your clit, letting his lips envelope the flesh perfectly before releasing it with a little 'pop!' that echoed throughout the chapel. As each second ticked by, Toby explored every depth and crease of your cunt, leaving nothing dry and leaving your cunt nothing but an eager mess, throbbing and leaving it desperate to be touched. As much as his body was screaming at him to make you cum, he fought the urge and continued to play with you until you were nothing but a little trembling, whiny mess in the chapel of the church. Wie eine arme kleine maus.

The warmth of his tongue travelled in circles around your clit, suckling on it a moment before focusing his attention down your slit and lapping at the juices that were practically seeping out of you like an open wound. Each time his tongue came and grazed by your clit, you could feel your hips buck out in joy, aching for him to suckle away at your mound until you were practically riding his face and coming undone on his tongue. There were many times where he took the joy in your desperation, where there was a glint in his eye each time you pleaded down at him with a look of want. There was something about bringing you close, so close that he could feel your legs tremble, where he could hear your breath catch and he'll quickly abandon your cunt; leaving you to calm from your high. Your body ached for an orgasm you had never received and you were on the verge of seeing stars; he just had to push you or perhaps, he was just waiting for your signal. Something, anything and within a moment, he'd shove his cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you until you were nothing but a limp mess in his arms.

With a shake, one hand removed itself from his locks and slowly trailed down his face. Your fingers took time to appreciate the curve of his cheekbone, to feel the muscle in his temple, to tenderly touch his earlobe before taking his chin in your hands and forcing his head up to look at you. It was a signal, one that said nothing and everything all at the same time and Toby didn't want to waste time. His cock throbbed, fuck, it hurt in the restraints of his own breeches and he couldn't wait any longer than he had done already.

So, he wasted no time, standing and scooping you up in his arms until you were pressed firmly against the cold wall behind you. His own torso kept you pinned, his hands that once appreciatingly soaked in the tenderness of your thighs now digging deep and lifting your legs to expose your cunt further to him. Toby ensured he kept you right where he wanted you, horny and needy; with nowhere to run. He helped aid your legs around his waist, his hips grinding up against your own in desperation. While one of his hands busied itself with retrieving his cock out, he kept his nose buried in the crook of your neck, feeling the line of your collarbone and soaking in your scent as he freed his cock. If he could've; he would've been sweating already. Occasionally, his mouth would open, nipping at your skin and leaving hot, heavy kisses in its wake as he let his hand pump his shaft slowly; teasingly. The head of his cock was already coated in a wet sheen of precum and his fingers lovingly caressed the tip of his cock, coating his gloved fingers in his own juices before smearing it down the shaft of his cock. The motion was enough to make him grunt against your skin, leaving a hot and heavy breath in its wake. It wasn't like he needed to wet his cock for you because he knew how wet you already were, but Toby knew the experiance would be.. far from pleasant at first.

"You can still ss-stop m-me-" he uttered, like a part of him was actually hesitating because he knew how wrong this was. Honestly, you were in too deep to stop him and there was no denying how badly you ached for him. With a soft squeeze of encouragement on his shoulder, you could only whisper - afraid that some priest nearby would catch you both in the act.

"I can repent-" you choked out, your faith still being the top priority on the back of your mind. How, despite it all, despite losing your purity in God's house, nothing would make you lose your lack in faith. You could pray for forgiveness, you could go to the nunnery for some advice and worship until you were clean once more.

Then he chuckled, enough for it to echo once again and he shook his head. Toby didn't understand it, he didn't understand religion at all. Perhaps because these lands were foreign to him or maybe because God had done nothing for him, so why should he do anything in return? It was pathetic, a waste of time and the fact that you were so firm in believing honestly baffled him. It wasn't that he didn't want you to not be happy, no, it's just.. he didn't see the whole point in it all. Here you were, practically naked with your legs spread for him and you were still convinced that this 'Almighty God' would grant you.. what?

"I don't understand you, Hasenfürzchen.." he chuckled, his Germanic accent apparent with each word he spoke. All these names he called you and he had no idea what they meant, whether they were good, bad? You wanted to protest, to question what he had just remarked you as but before you could, he moved his hips and it was there he guided the head of his cock up to your swollen clit. He used the slickness of the wet combined on his cock and on your clit to gently rub soft, little circles on your mound, leaving you in a wiggly, groaning mess. Your hips bucked instinctively, eager for more touch but the sensitivity caused you to quickly withdraw away; your body battling for more but unable to handle it. With one hand giving his shoulder soft little squeezes, the other tangling in the locks of his brown hair - thankful that they had already grown back. Honestly, a part of you wasn't sure what to expect as you felt the head of his cock ghost the lips of your cunt, sending little shivers of bliss starting up your neck and trailing down your spine. Has being pure all these years been worth it? Now you were starting to question what the whole point was.. were you just saving yourself for somebody? Or had Toby just been that someone all along? You hated to think, you hated to let your mind wander but now it just made sense - that perhaps Toby were destined to be in your life, to be your knight. Now, suddenly, you were starting to doubt all traditions.

Despite your racing mind, it seemed his was empty - his body and choices being led by nothing but his cock as he slowly slid into your aching cunt. It was nothing compared to what he had fucked, it was enough to make him choke back a gasp, pressing his forehead against your collarbone as your walls hugged his cock eagerly. Your cunt was worth it all, the vows, being a knight, his patience, fuck right now, it was worth it all. He could barely control himself, your little whines of discomfort being muffled by the ecstasy he found himself in and slowly, his hips began to thrust upward into your own. Soft little beats, testing your worth essentially as he fucked your walls gently. It was a pain you had never felt before, not like a monthly pain, something else, just pure discomfort that made you bite back a soft hiss. Taking you here, now, in these holy walls; it encouraged him more than he could ever know and his kindness he shared for only a moment faded into nothing as he began to helplessly thrust up into you. Filling you all, stretching you out so that no other man could claim you for his own. Your purity, your virginity, gone before you could even protest to stop him - not that you wanted to. No, because now the pain began to mix wonderfully with how well he fucked your walls, his size and length alone hitting areas that had never been touched, leaving you with nothing but a clouded vision of lust.

Skin hit skin as he continued to smack his hips up into your own, your thighs rippling with each thrust as he grunted softly against your skin, revelling in how good you felt, savouring the taste you left on his tongue, appreciating every part of you until he had left nothing untouched.

The sound of wet, 'plap, plap, plap!' echoed throughout the chapel, his cocking becoming wet and sticky with your mess as he continued to bury himself within you. Nothing could disturb his thought process as he kept a secure grip on your thighs, his fingers deep enough to leave soft, subtle bruises on your skin. Toby loved the way his cock fit, he loved the way you took him, how your pussy seemed to grip around him desperately and how he fucked you full. His own lower torso rubbed against your clit, leaving you practically drooling for more as he focused on every part of you like you were some painting.

It was all getting too overwhelming for you though and Toby could sense this, he could see it in your flustered face, he could see how he was tipping you over the edge and his own selfish desires didn't want this to end - not yet. So, his pace slowed for a moment, taking the moment for his cock to slowly and appreciatingly stroke your insides. It sent you into a dizzy spiral and he pulled away from the crook of your neck for a moment to watch you, admiring how well you took him, falling in love hopelessly at how beautiful you looked under the light of the stained glass. It was a moment he never wanted to end and slowly, he helped guide your hips down onto your cock as he began to bounce you softly on his shaft. It felt criminal for this to feel so good, soft little moans of praise escaping your parted lips as you felt each vein of his cock stoke your wall, his tip poking and prodding you in ways that made your lower abdomen twist. Even if he slowed the pace, you were on the verge of reaching the height of your orgasm and Toby acted with haste. He couldn't deny you of an orgasm, even if he wanted the moment to last - so he'll just make you cum. It won't stop him from fucking you until you couldn't walk.

Though just as you felt your back begin to arch, he used his strength to peel you off the wall and it was there, he held you in his arms before stepping out from beside the pews and stepping toward the stone slab within the chapel. The slab that held the cross. You knew what he was doing, you knew what kind of sick, twisted game he was playing at and you could see the glint of mischief in his eye as he sprawled you out onto the slab beneath him, leaning back for a moment to appreciate the view.

"You're beautiful," the knight uttered, moving one hand from your thigh to touch your nipple lovingly, soaking in the way it immediately perked to his attention. His words and the gruffness in his voice fuelled your desire, heightened your senses and as much as you hated to admit it, you were falling so deeply in love with this man. This.. criminal, murderer. Oh, what a sinner you are and how much you found yourself enjoying it. Slowly, his hips began to thrust again, sending your body to jerk with each move as he continued to fuck you relentlessly against the cold slab of stone. Each thrust sent your tits bouncing, his mouth hung agape as he watched with joy at the scene below him. In this moment, you looked nothing like royalty but more like a common whore. Of course, he'd never say that to you and of course, you were not a common whore - you were something else and verdammt you felt amazing.

This time, Toby was unforgiving in his thrusts and the way he fucked you, one hand on your hip as the other slithered to your neck. His cock fucked you with ease, slick with your wet that allowed it to glide with no difficulty. His fingers squeezed gingerly on your neck, restricting your air flow for just a moment before he released, allowing you to gasp for breath. There was something sinister in the touch, something that was more than trying to arouse you.

Your own fingernails dug into the skin of his wrist as he continued to pound into you with relentless mercy, feeling every nerve in your body tingle at the way he fucked you. Your whole body rocked in rhythm to his thrusts and as you felt your mind become nothing but a haze, you reached out in desperation to grab onto anything. The corner of the stone slab, his wrist and finally, your fingers grazed the cross above you. Your fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft of the cross, holding onto it for life. Only, the motion of Toby's unforgiving thrusts made you lose grip and it was there, the wooden cross slipped from your grasp and fell onto the floor with a loud clatter. The noise made him freeze and rightfully, you froze too - the air filled with nothing but soft little gasps of air as Toby took a moment to crane his head over his shoulder. He eyed the wooden door suspiciously and slowly, you leant up on your elbows to peek a view too; heart racing in anxiety as you nibbled on some skin on the bottom of your lip.

It seemed Toby's trained ears caught something you had not because in one quick move, he lifted you and hauled you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his hips as he quickly ushered the both of you away from the slab and into the darkness of a doorway not far. It was right at the back of the church and was prominently the doorway to reach the bell tower, the same bell that always annoyingly woke him up far too early for his liking. The darkness hid you both well as Toby pinned you back to the wall, letting his ears be his eyes for a moment as he clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You could feel your heart in your throat and his cock throbbed, along with your own cunt at the risk of this all. You daren't admit it, but this whole situation only aroused you more.

Before you could even exchange a questioning glance toward Toby, the doors of the church opened with a creak and your whole body stiffened. This is it, somebody was going to catch the two of you, Toby would be beheaded, hung! You would have to beg for forgiveness, your father might never crown you and now you were panicking in his arms, becoming a sweaty mess as you tried to compose your breathing; which was hard with Toby's hand securely over your mouth. You wanted to reach out and tug the collar of his linen shirt but honestly? You were too frightened.

"Is there anyone here?" A voice called out, sending prickles down your skin as Toby could only grin. This was too fun and he wasn't sure why you were so afraid. It was probably just a priest, then again; at times they made him uncomfortable too. The being hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his soft steps echoing in the church as he approached the slab and bent over with a soft grunt to pick up the cross, placing it back atop the stone with delicacy. There was a beat of silence as the priest glanced around before mumbling something to himself and turning on his heel to leave. You wanted to breath a soft breathe of relief at the sound of him leaving before more footsteps approached. Now Toby's smug grin disappeared, his face twisting into annoyance as a conversation between two priests erupted within the church's walls. Frankly, he had no time for this and the throbbing in his cock was becoming increasingly painful as he took a moment to lean down beside your ear.

"Be quiet, mm?" he whispered, his breath hot and it was there his hips continued to thrust up into you again. He was cautious to be quiet and slow, yet still ensuring he was at a good enough pace to satisfy his hunger as you felt your throat run dry. Just when you thought the whole thing was bad enough, it just about gets worse.

Your fingers wrapped around the linen of his collar as you tugged helplessly on his clothing, trying so hard to squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to deafen yourself from suddenly moaning or gasping out. This was torture, a whole other kind of torture you had not yet discovered and you were falling deeper and deeper in love with the risk of it all. It brought life to your boring, endless days of stitching, cooking and dancing. Despite the shakiness in your legs, you squeezed his hips and pulled him closer, feeling yourself grind up against his torso again for that sweet touch on your aching clit. The conversation that happened mere inches away from the both of you seemed to drown out as you suddenly reached a height you had never felt before, your entire body seizing for a moment as your hips bucked at each shock of your orgasm that rattled your frame. Your cunt squeezed his cock with each vibration of pleasure, making it hard for Toby himself to swallow back his grunts as he nestled one final thrust into your frame. His hot seed spilled within you, his cock twitching in pleasure as you both took a moment to calm from the high. Your whole face felt red, your body sweaty as you lids suddenly become heavy with sleep.

The knight nestled a few final thrusts into your core, relishing in the way your cunt wrapped around him and finally, his body stilled - though keeping you pinned as he sucked in some breaths through the gaps of his teeth. Your pussy was so warm and he hated the idea of having to pull himself out, so he remained buried within you, taking a moment to press his nose back against your collarbone to smell your sweet scent. Was this lavender? Either way, it drove him crazy.

Soon enough, the priests dispersed and left the church, leaving the two of you alone once again. Despite the ache in his scrotum, Toby finally pulled his cock out with a little shiver and slowly, he set you down back onto the floor; though you had to hold onto the wall for support as the tremble in your legs remained. You took a moment to make yourself look half decent, brushing out the creases in your dress, hiding your tits back beneath the wool of your clothing (much to Toby's displeasure.) Of course, Toby did the same, pushing his semi-hard cock back into his breeches before pushing some hair back away from his eyes, almost casually as if he had no idea of the events that had just unfolded between the two of you. The tension and air was thick with awkwardness, a silence becoming deafening between the two of you until he finally shifted out from the shadows of the doorway to step back into the light of the stained glass. Cautiously, you eyed him as he glanced up out the window for a moment before turning to you.

"I'll leave you to repent, My Lady," he motioned a gloved hand to the cross, that was now back on the slab of stone; almost as if it were untouched. "Don't forgot of our.. arrangements later." Then with a curt nod of his head, a little bow with his hand to his heart, he turned and stepped down the hall of the church, passing each pew with a sense of pride in his step.

#HELLO SAILOR #Read this in the bus and I'm walking home rn #Morritis cooked again

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