Like most of the people from my rural town, I grew up around horses, so riding is second nature for me. But after I turned 18, I traded the ranch life for school and studied software engineering. A few years later, I settled into my first job at a start-up. I rarely mentioned my past because I often felt out of place among the tech bros. However, during that first warm spring in my new city, my cowboy currency was in hot demand. My roommate and coworker, Ryan, was a big time LARP-er and fantasy geek. He helped organize a huge Renaissance festival, and he pestered me nonstop about joining the club and being a knight.

“Connor, none of the other guys who signed up can actually handle a horse. I need someone who won’t fall off and who knows how to put on a good show.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Look, it’s really not my scene.”

“It’ll be fun! And trust me, chicks love knights! Also, you get a food and drink allowance if you do the tournament.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m borrowing my dad’s R.V. We’ll have air-conditioning and an indoor toilet, and I will buy all the beer for the weekend.”

Admittedly, it was that last bit of incentive that made me cave. Though once I signed all the waivers and officially became “Sir Connor,” I actually found myself really enjoying it. Dorky roleplay stuff aside, it felt awesome to be on a horse again, and the jousting training was fun. Owing to my cowboy past, I found I excelled at hitting moving targets and controlling my horse, so it wasn’t at all surprising that I moved up the jousting ranks quickly.

On the final day of the tournament, my scheduled opponent was out sick, so I got bumped up to another match: I was to face Queen Emily’s champion, who was known as the Red Knight.

I’ve gotta tell you, Queen Emily was an absolute knockout. She had a peaches-and-cream complexion with beautiful green eyes and natural auburn curls that fell to her waist. To say she was buxom was practically an understatement.

Her milky cleavage spilled out of her corseted dresses and created a cocktease unlike any other. Whenever she laughed or moved, her bosom jiggled enticingly. Even without a costume, she more than lived up to the ideal of an epic fantasy babe.

Emily was single. The club’s former king, who was now her ex, had moved across the country. As such, the club voted the winner of that year’s jousting tournament would become the new king. And even though that was certainly no guarantee of enjoying the queen’s real-life favors, winning would at least mean having plenty of excuses to be around Emily — and hopefully try my luck.

But as I saddled up for the match, I tried to remain focused. In the body armor and full helmet, Red Knight looked like any other player, but seemed small for a guy. A pint-sized limber jockey would be harder to unseat, but I kept my lance low and steady until the very last second — and bull’s-eye!

My heart caught in my throat as I heard that definitive “crack!” of my lance making contact with Red Knight’s armor. I slowed my horse and turned around just in time to see Red Knight tumbling to the side, completely un-horsed.

Trust me, we each had on plenty of protective gear, so it’s not as brutal as it sounds.

Still, I raced over to make sure my opponent was OK.

Red Knight nodded and removed his — or rather — her helmet. Instead of a short guy, the queen’s champion was a brown-eyed, brunette cutie with a ponytail. As I helped her up, she smiled and said, “That was some hit!”

I couldn’t help myself and blurted out, “I didn’t know the queen’s knight was a woman.”

“Ah, well, this is one of the best kept secrets — or it was until you bested me,” she answered with a laugh.

“I didn’t know women in the club could be knights.”

“Why not? Come on, we need to take a bow now — the crowd loves us.”

“What’s your name?” I bowed and glanced over at her.

“Call me Lady Robin.”

“A pleasure to meet you in battle here.” I was half-joking, but Robin was a serious roleplayer. She shook my hand and gave me her helmet.

“Go on up, Sir Connor. The queen is waiting.”

Indeed, as I looked at the stage, there was Her Majesty — as busty and gorgeous as ever with her eyes focused me. The silver lining about wearing armor was it hid the erection that sprang up in my pants when the queen kissed my cheek and gave me a close-up view of her royal rack!

Once I was officially declared the winner, my squire spirited me away to the champion’s tent, where I could relax and get ready for the coronation festivities.

“Congratulations again, Sir Connor. Queen Emily will be in shortly to go over some details about the ceremony tonight,” the squire said before disappearing.

I settled into the couch, but it wasn’t long before I had company. The velvet drapes parted, and both Queen Emily and Lady Robin stepped inside.

I stood up and bowed, saying, “Your Majesty.”

The girls looked at each other and laughed.

“Relax, it’s OK to break character here, Connor,” Emily told me.

“Oh — uh, sorry.” I glanced at Robin and smiled. “Nice to see you again. Hope there are no hard feelings.”

Robin smirked and shook her head, but added, “You’re the only opponent to ever un-horse me, Connor.”

“I’m sure it was dumb luck,” I said with a shrug.

Emily and Robin looked at each other again and then at me before my former opponent said, “We heard from your roommate you’re a reluctant player.”

“That’s accurate,” I said. “No offense, though.”

“None taken,” Robin said. “But you really put on an amazing show.”

That’s when Emily interjected, “We don’t usually get knights as cute as you.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I tried to play it cool.

Emily played with Robin’s ponytail as she explained, “Don’t get me wrong. The Red Knight is amazing. She always satisfies me — in ways the former king never could.”

Then she pulled Robin in for a kiss.

I exhaled sharply as I watched their tongues dart into each other’s mouths and felt my swelling dick press against my armor once more.

Emily pulled back and said to me, “You’re going to be my king consort, at least for the faire. So what do you say we all get better acquainted?”

“Anything you want, my queen — just get me out of this damn costume.”

Robin reached over, tapped the metal plating over my groin and joked, “I bet your cock wants to pop a hole through this.”

“Let’s show our champion some gratitude and help him out,” Emily suggested.

With that, the gorgeous queen and her hot female knight took it upon themselves to strip me out of my armor — and athletic protection gear — until nothing stood in the way of them making contact with my engorged dick.

“Wait,” I said, as Emily started to stroke me.

“What?”

“I’ve been dying to see your boobs,” I said, tugging at Emily’s bodice.

“Ooh yes! They’re my favorite,” Robin said gleefully. “Here, let me.”

Robin unlaced Emily’s gown, letting her milky tits spill out right in my face.

“Better?” Emily whispered.

“Mmm,” I responded, taking one of her peachy pink nipples between my lips.

Robin helped me out by sucking Emily’s other tit, and then I felt both of their hands land on my dick.

“Let’s share him,” Emily said, pulling me up for a kiss.

I certainly wasn’t going to protest!

After I tasted her sweet lips, Emily went to work sucking on my shaft, while Robin licked my balls.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned.

From there, Emily and Robin took turns swallowing as much of my length as they could, swapping spit and my pre-come when they paused to kiss.

I clenched my fists and felt like I was floating out of my body. The dual stimulation was completely overwhelming.

“Damn — wait,” I gasped. “Let’s make this last.”

“A knight with endurance,” Robin said dryly. “This is going to be fun.”

Emily helped Robin out of her outfit and discarded what remained of her own gown. I caught my breath as they kissed and touched each other again before Emily took charge.

“I’ve sampled this fine prick enough, I think,” Emily said, stroking my shaft again. “Now I want it inside me.” Emily got on all fours on the floor, arching her back and offering me her hairless pussy.

“Why don’t you soothe your lady’s needs while I fuck you?” I offered.

“That’s a good idea,” Robin chimed in. “I’m soaking wet, Em.”

She got in front of the queen and presented her pussy to her.

I gave Emily’s bottom a slap and then teased her pink cleft with a few kisses and licks.

Emily moaned and reached down to rub her clit, showing me how she liked to touch herself, and then I impaled her with my full length.

Emily gasped, “Oh God!”

Robin looked at me and quipped, “It’s good to be king, isn’t it?”

“You’ve been waiting hours to say that, haven’t you?” I said to her.

Robin only smiled as she guided Emily’s lips to her waiting snatch.

While I plowed Emily’s tight cunt, I watched her working Robin over with her fingers and tongue — and that only added to my arousal. My thrusts became more frenzied as Emily was hitting her peak. Once I felt her pussy muscles clench down, I shot my hot load deep inside her.

After I recovered, Robin rode me cowgirl-style, while Emily sat on my face until I made her gush. Indeed, it was very, very good to be king!

After taking turns being fucked, Emily and Robin insisted on sharing my next load in their mouths — and I obliged, because, well, chivalry!