1. The Lost Knight


    Date: 6/8/2024, Categories: Fantasy Anal Bestiality, Bondage and restriction Domination/submission Humiliation Non-consensual sex Threesome Author: Wanderwolf, Source: sexstories.com 

    1. A pixie with a salacious appetite, a knight stripped of his armor, and a mysterious archer

2. Mystical binding needs safe words too

3. In the woods! (Doesn't everything happen there?)

4. Spitting flowers

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Sir Heven Blackhawk was far from his homeland. Being part of the Order of the Griffin required him to join his brothers in arms against the hill folks. His last skirmish went horribly wrong. He was separated from his strike force and has been running for days from the goblins.

Yesterday he made it into a forest. At first like any other forest, but he found the goblins would not follow him. Now tired and hungry he was not sure what his next move should be.

He led his horse, Skyhoove, up and down this trail. It is no larger than a deer path, but it was the only way through the thick underbrush. The huge old growth trees blocked out most of the sun, but some rays did find their way to the forest floor and onto his face.

It was midday and both him and his mount were tired. They lucked on a small clear pool. The water was crystal clear and looked so inviting. He climbed down from Skyhoove. His armor felt heavy on this weary body. He removed the chainmail shirt and leg grieves. Putting them on the ground at the edge of the clearing. He went about removing the saddle from his trusted steed. He placed that too by his armor.

Bringing Skyhoove to the edge of the water, he let her drink. She drank from the refreshing ...
    ... water. He then moved to take his own handful. The water was cool on his tongue. Refreshing him more than it should have. This must be some sort of magic pool. He heard the smallest noise behind him. As he turned, he felt something wooden hitting his head and he was out cold before he hit the ground.

He woke to an aching head. He found that he was bound from head to foot by a thin golden chain. The links are so small it looks just like a rope. When he tried to test the bonds, it tightened until he stopped. If he fought too long he may just strangle himself.

“There is no way to break the Chain of Zerak. It is magical and only gets tighter the more you fight.” The voice sounded like music. The sweetest thing he has ever heard.

“Show yourself,” he bellowed as he tried to turn his head. “Why have you done this to me?”

“You are a stranger in my land. You were not invited. You carry weapons of war. You can’t be trusted,” said the voice in the shadows of the trees.

“This is all true, but I come in peace. I would not even be here if the goblins did not chase me. Please let me go and I will be on my way.”

“Lair,” screamed a high-pitched voice. “Liar, if we let you go you will try and take my lady and me bad to your lands.” A small shape came into view about a foot from his face.

“Holy shit,” he screamed. “It’s a fairy. I have heard of them, but I did not know if they were real.”

“What??,” the little figure yelled. Her voice awakes the flowers around her. “My name is ...
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