The Knight Comes home by SaintAsuraka

As the knight rode he felt the weariness of the long battles fading from him, the foes faced and vanquished. The faces of the invaders shifting and moving in his mind sent by his sword to meet whatever god they prayed to. Those images having haunted him for so long replaced by the image of innocence and beauty. Her skin so soft, the smile on those lips as he always remembered it. It had been so long since he had last laid eyes upon her, would she still remember him? The war had changed him so much, gone was the youthful smile he had so naively rode off to war with. The sparkle in his eyes replaced with the images of carnage and death, the suffering of friend and foe alike. But through it all the thought of his love had always carried him, the dream of her waiting for him, for the day that he would return and live the rest of his life in her embrace. His rough hands gripping the bridle as his knees squeezed in against the flanks of his mount spurring the beast on harder. Home was so close now, only a mile or two more until he would be reunited with his innocent angel. She had been there waiting for him at the stable that day that he left, when the threat of invasion had called all of the young men of the realm away to defend the land. The flower in her soft brown hair tucked neatly behind her ear as she looked up at him. Lips trembling as the tears welled up in her eyes, his strong arms slipping around her petite frame holding her so close, never wanting to let go. His hand rising to her cheek brushing her tears away as he shook his head. His lips parting as if to speak pausing for a moment taking in that beautiful face wanting to hold that image in his heart forever. "I adore you.. this war is going to be terrible I know but I must fight, duty calls me my love... think of me often... wait for me." Her soft hands sliding from his waist as she nodded her head, eyes rimmed in red from her tears. "I will wait for you my dear, *sniff* I always said I would... I am yours my brave knight, think of me here waiting for you in your darkest hours." His arms moving to his sides, hands clenching fighting the emotion and tears building behind his eyes. His head leaning in as he pressed his lips to hers making his heart leap in his chest. A soft little wet kneed holding in place before reluctantly slipping back. His eyes gazing back down at her for one last moment before turning away to mount his horse and ride away. His head never turning back to look to her as he rode off over the hills and into the war that awaited. . His heart pounding in his chest as he neared his home after so long, she would be true to him he just knew it. Her love and faith had carried him through the darkest of time, there was no doubt in him that she would be there. He closed his eyes for long moment remembering her scent, imagining his beautiful angel leaping into his arms. The sound of his horse's hooves going from dirt to stone rousing him from his revelry as he opened his eyes. The house and stables just as he remembered them, surrounded by the simple stone fence he had helped build with his father and servants. His horse moving at a slowly trot, he wanted his arrival to be a surprise as he approached the gate. He slid from his saddle to pull the wooden fence open and lead his horse through and tying it to one of the gate posts. He quickly moved a way from the beast getting closer to the stables, his head swimming with love for his dear. Posture lowered hoping to avoid being spotted by any servants that might be roaming about. His keen hearing detecting a disturbance in the stables, he moved closer to it hearing the sound of gasps and a soft feminine cry. Concern spurring him to move quickly as he stable door. His steps slowing starting to notice that the cries were most definately not cries of distress but ones of passion. A little grin moving across his lips as he peeked into the open stall knowing he would find a maid and one of the stable workers in the throws of passion. . He felt a stirring he had not felt in so long, hand pressing against the side of his leather breeches rubbing up and down. The mans bare back visible as he thrust forward between the womans thighs driving her hard into the pile of hay upon which they both rested. The knights eyes opening wide, his mouth hanging open taking it all in for a long moment. The woman's voice suddenly rising above the moans and gasps. "Oh fuck my pussy like a good servant" His world suddenly crashing to the ground around him, fingers gripping the the wooden post of the stall, his teeth sinking in against his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His angel... his beautiful innocent girl... He could not pull himself away, his vision adjusting to the light of the stable just enough to see her face. She was still so beautiful, so much more of a woman now then a girl... His love there in the hay getting fucked so hard by a servant. Those tears held back for so long finally breaking silently flowing down his cheeks as he watched. The mans dirty fingers pressing against her soft pale breast squeezing as he groaned driving himself deeper. Her body responding to each thrust pressing down against him, his hard cock sheathing itself between her spread pink lips. "More yes.. more, give me your hard cock." The other man's voice harsh as he spoke, "Mmmm, your gonna wear me out wantin this every day mistress... but there's no resistin this tight cunny of yours." . The knight forced himself to turn from the sight before him, the pain filling him. A great empty space where his heart had just been. He colapsed in his place, fingers sinking into the dirt and the loose straw as he crawled away back to the door. The ache of his body body worse then any wound he had taken in battle. He slipped out the door rising to his feet stumbling through the lot to get back to his horse. His knees giving way as he colapsed, head turned to the sky as his mouth opened releasing a great silent roar cursing the gods. How had this happened, he had fought and survived, stayed true, lived his whole life with honor and adoration for his once so fair love. His body jolted with his sobs as he rose from his place slipping over to his mount standing for a long moment before pulling himself up on his horse. Having survived so much he finally knew what it was to feel broken. His insides numb as he slipped back through the gate heading back over the road that had just brought him in happiness. He knew now that he could never go home again, his spurrs digging into the horse's flanks urging the beast faster wanting to get away anywhere. His once beloved farm the only witness watching as he slipped over a hill, fading into the distance and finally into nothingness. .