Ethan winced into the pillow as the blond knight prepared him quickly for penetration. It had been so long since he had been so thoroughly stretched - he no longer cared much to take lovers about the Dark Forest Temple. There just seemed to be no point. But something within him craved this golden knight, this soldier on a lone mission.

It was probably just that they were both lonely, Ethan concluded a moment before all thought was lost to him. He let out a muffled cry as those strong, calloused fingers found their way deep within him to brush the spot of all pleasure. Even if this really was going to be the best part of the journey, it was still worth it. It was a million times worth the travel and worth what he knew would be waiting for him.

The golden knight was quite well-endowed too, Ethan noted as he felt the knight's arousal brush against his buttocks. This was not him - this was not him finding something so deliciously decadent and carefree. Something was amiss. Something was...

Crying out, not bothering to muffle his voice any longer, Ethan wanted to press back as he was impaled. No amount of careful stretching could have had him ready for the thick need his knight bore. Ethan thought he might burst for a moment before realizing that it was only his own erection that was begging for a release of incredible pleasure.

Forgetting his earlier feelings of foreboding, Ethan gave in, letting himself be little more than the embodiment of blissful pleasure. And when day fell upon the inn, he would go on his way with no regrets.