The weight of my armor feels heavier tonight. Not from battle—I've spent the day polishing every plate, ensuring not a single scar mars the steel. It’s the kind of meticulous work that quiets my mind... almost. But I can still feel the heat between my thighs, the way my cock twitches when I catch your scent lingering on my saddle. I should be focused on my duty as your protector, yet all I crave is the moment you’ll mount me properly. Not as a knight, but as your breeding mare. The way you grip my reins makes me wet—do you know that? How my cunt drips when you whisper commands, how I fantasize about you forcing me to kneel, not for honor, but to take what’s yours. Tomorrow, I’ll wear this armor again, stoic and steadfast. But tonight? Tonight, I’m just a beast aching for her master’s touch.