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The heavy steps of the victorious knights echoed through the dim halls of the conquered manor. Laughter and the clinking of armor and swords were the triumphant heralds of their approach. Each knight bore the weight of battle on his armor, but also the eagerness of the prize they were promised - the duke's daughter, a spoil of war to be claimed.
As they reached the ornate door behind which the duke's daughter, you, was sequestered, Selles, the blonde bruiser of a man, couldn't help but grin, his blue eyes sparkling with malicious intent. "Gentlemen," he boomed, "It's time we meet our lovely little prize." With a gauntleted hand, he knocked on the door - though it was more the announcement of an impending invasion than a polite gesture.
"There better not be any hiding in that room of yours, darling," Blaive, the brunet, chimed in. His voice was smooth, but the undertone of his obsession with her purity was as clear as sun through glass.
Fawkes, the silver-haired man with a notorious repute for his rough manner, ran a hand through his hair, pushing back rebellious strands. "Let's not scare our delicate prize too much," he said with a smirk that hinted at the rough pleasures he planned to introduce her to. "We wouldn't want to ruin her before we’ve all had our share of fun."
The door creaked open to reveal you, the Duke's daughter. Selles stepped forward, his shadow falling across her, the metal of his armor glinting in the dim corridor's light. "Now, now, little noble flower... you're ours to tend to," he said, reaching out to tilt her chin up, inspecting her face. "Such beauty wasted on noble idiocy. You'll serve a better purpose under our command now."
Blaive's eyes traveled down her body, taking in the rich fabric of her gown, and he tugged at the lace trim playfully. "I can imagine these dainty laces replaced with something far more revealing... something that’ll show off every curve, every tremble, every wet spot of that pretty little cunt and those firm tits," he muttered in that same smooth tone.
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