Here's part 1! A little fantasy story to go along with this ..

Here's part 1! A little fantasy story to go along with this dress 😏🤭 ~~~~~ "A Knight's Fill" A kaleidoscope of colors reflect on the marble floor as the rising sun shines through the cathedral windows. You look up, shielding your eyes from the light, while taking in the sight before you. After months of traveling, you have arrived at your destination. Over three moons, you made your way to this grand cathedral, with the promise of a great quest. You walk further into the grand hall. Servants whisper excitedly around the aisles at you & your men. "They've arrived!" "Finally here..." "Wonder if he'll be up to the job..." You scoff, letting their words roll off your back. You haven't traveled this far just to be deterred by a bit of hearsay. Across the hall, the minister looks up from his holy book, glancing down the long aisle to see you approaching. He hurriedly shuts the book & rouses the monks around him, who hurry off. "Sir Knight!" he greets you, walking to mee t your party. "We arrived as quickly as our horses would allow," you say loudly, glancing towards a group of whispering servants, who quickly scatter, embarrassed. "And we are grateful for your haste." the minister reassures. "Come, come, let me show you to your accommodations." ------- "And this room is yours. Please make yourself comfortable- you will find many comforts within, we know you must be weary from your travels. This evening, we may discuss the nature of your quest." the minister shuts the door behind him, leaving you to rest. The long journey starts to feel worthwhile. You can't help but be impressed at this Temple... this room is easily double the size of your quarters in the castle. The afternoon sun shines through a large window, showing a lovely view of the mountain your party just climbed. You sigh, relaxing enough to suddenly feel the weight of your armor on your shoulders. You begin to unclasp the heavy metal from your chest... ready to use the hot bath that sits in the corner. You hear someone lightly clear their throat from the other side of the room. Turning your head swiftly, your hand instinctively grips the hilt of your sword, "Who goes there?" you demand. A maiden lays in the far corner of the room. She raises her eyebrow at you, clearly amused at your reaction. "I am Mary, Sir Knight- I was sent to ensure your comfort here in our Temple," her voice flows between her lips like velvet." It's been months since you laid eyes on a woman. You feel a lump form in your throat as you are caught off guard for a moment. Removing your hand from your sword, you hold your hands in the air, "Forgive me, lady. Old habits." She smiles and leans back, "I'm sure you're in dire need of a bath in our healing waters..." she plays with the ties of her dress as she continues, "The maidens of the Temple gather the waters from Mount Alba... it's very good for you." she gazes at you sweetly for a moment, "May I help you with your armor?" A bit dumbfounded, you take a moment to answer, "Well, I-" before you can finish, she makes her way towards you. You feel her nimble fingers unclasp the buckles around your shoulders, down your sides, your thighs... she stands so closely to you, you can't help but glace down at her ample bosom as she does her work. "Thank you," you say as you lift the armor from yourself, placing it on the table beside you. She takes your hand in hers, leading you to the bath. Her big green eyes look up to mee t yours, "It is customary here for the maidens of the Temple to cleanse our visitors. It would be my pleasure to assist you, Sir Knight." "Lucien," you smile at her, "You can call me Lucien." A sweet little smile adorns her lips as she corrects herself, "Sir Lucien." Her little fingers pull up on the hem of your shirt- and in a matter of moments, you stand before her, naked. The crisp air hits your skin and you feel quite vulnerable for a moment... until a soft, warm scent hits your senses... "This water is magic, Sir Lucien..." Mary takes her hand to the warm bath, letting her fingers dance across the surface. "I enchanted it myself." she looks back to you, "Please, I insist." Climbing into the tub, you relax into the herbal waters. Immediately, you feel your body melt- all the tension from your muscles disappearing into the warm depths. The soft scent of the water lulls you into a stupor. You feel the maiden's hands slide across your body, starting at your shoulders, moving to your neck, arms, and back. She anoints you with silky bath oils, gently scrubbing away the stain of your travels from your skin. You take a deep breath, reveling in the moment. Her hands slide to your front- moving over your chest, down your abdomen. Her breasts press gently against the back of your head while she continues her work. You feel yourself tense a bit as she moves even lower... "May I?" she asks softly in your ear, playing lightly with the curls at your groin. You nod your approval and she begins her work. Her touch is gentle, and yet firm. She quickens her pace, stroking & sliding both hands across your nethers with an expertise that tells you she has a lot of experience with this... A moan escapes your lips as she quickly brings you to orgasm.You find yourself taken aback, not expecting to reach your peak so quickly. She coos in your ear, "Not to worry, dear Lucien~ These waters are blessed with virility." No sooner than the words leave her lips- you feel your arousal building again. You turn to face her, your lips mere inches from hers. Bringing your hand to her chin, you press your lips against hers- suddenly overcome with a lusty fire deep in your belly. Lifting yourself from the bath, you aim your groin at her mouth, and she happily obliges- wraping her lips around you, sucking and licking generously at your newly engorged manhood. You place a hand gently on the back of her head as she works diligently- closing your eyes to take in the sweet sensation of her wet mouth around your cock. Soon enough, you find yourself quickly brought to orgasm- spilling your seed deep down her throat as she looks up at you desperately, tears budding at the corner of her eyes. Gasping for air as you release her, Mary licks her lips and smiles up at you, "You're an eager one, aye?" she coos. She grabs the towel at the chair beside her, standing up to wrap it around you, pressing her chest against yours. Taking your hand, she leads you back to the bed in the corner. Part II: https://onlyfans.com/539764834/marysuexoxo ~~~~~ *to be continued :)* hope you like the story so far!! xoxo, Mary