The Red Knight (Complete)

 The Red Knight was half asleep and sagging in his horse’s saddle. He had been riding for days and doing little else. When the horse shook him to his senses, nearly toppling him into the river he had stopped to drink from. He groaned and removed himself, wobbling at first from riding for so long and hard. He pet the horse’s mane, a silent thank you for having taken the hard ride.

The horse wasn’t as young as she used to be, but she still rode as hard as if she was. The knight had a small worry this could be his trusted companions last ride. He led the mare to drink as he crouched down and sat on the cold bank of the river. He stretched, his back cracking mercilessly and he collapsed on the slightly damp earth.

He stared up through the trees, the dappled light through the green leaves reminded him of his childhood in the thick forests. It was there that his home had been ransacked. His parents were killed, and he was dragged off, sold to become a knight of the Rusted King. The knight shivered, then he felt the mare’s wet lips and snout nipping at the top of his head.

“Stop that you bloody fucker,” he snarled and pushed at her gently. The mare kicked and huffed before turning her head to a patch of grass.

“Food,” the Red Knight thought as he watched his mare ea., “I can’t remember the last meal I had. I can remember the last gulp of wine but…” He laid there for a while, his body screaming, his mind still a horrified blur of fire and then some more screaming. He hardly felt human, not that he had ever felt entirely that, but in this moment he felt like some panicked beast that had been stabbed and shot through, waiting for whatever the gods had in mind for him.

After a spell he sat up, his bones groaning and muscles burning. He braced against the mare and managed to set himself up. The Red Knight didn’t want to ride in the saddle for now. He took hold of his reins and walked alongside her. He let the mare lead him, any place a horse went was better than from where he came. The Castle of Rust was probably gone by now. The Rusted King was probably hanging from gallows, a sharpened stick going up his ass if he was lucky. 

The Red Knight had been a child of healers and shamans, he was never meant for war, never intended for bloodshed and smoke. His place was in the woods and the damp of the earth. His colors should be heavenly browns and godly greens. Not the red and black of a Rust Knight.  Now that he had no claim, no place, and nowhere to go, he knew the mare wouldn’t lead him astray.

The Red Knight knew he would have to find shelter and food eventually, he couldn’t sustain himself on water and grass like the mare did. He needed meat and wine, possibly an excellent woman to warm him for a night. The Red Knight checked his pockets for what money he had. He would need to find some coin as well if he wanted to survive. Perhaps there was a small farm somewhere he could strong arm.

The Red Knight had survived worst conditions though, he thought as his hand pet up the mare’s stiff neck. “As long as you stay by my side, girl,” he growled, kicking a rock from his path, “I don’t think I’m in too much trouble.” The Red Knight forced a smile. “A woman has never lead me wrong.”

The mare snorted and turned her head away, suddenly changing her course.

“Fucking idiot,” he growls as if forgetting his previous words. “Where are you going?” The Red Knight snarled, tugging the reins but unable to stop the mare’s new direction.

He followed regardless, seeing the mare take him into a clearing in the woods. It looked like an old campsite. There were signs of men there, footprints and hoof prints, several snuffed out campfires with logs around them. At the back there was a campfire still lit, several sticks skewered into the earth with fresh fish cooking on them. He took the mare and tied her reins to a tree as he approached the fire, checking over the fish and reaching to take them for himself.

“Excuse me,” a sharp voice barked out. “Do you often rob campfires? Or are you just a professional asshole?” A woman stomped out from the brush, sticks, and kindling under her arm to stoke the fire. She chucked them aside to snap her hands to her waist and glared at him.

Her hair was long and dark, tied back in a thick braid that hung over her shoulder. Her eyes held a wild quality to them, dark and deep. They were threatening without even trying. She looked human, but the Red Knight knew better. Yet if he was taken from his mother young, she had taught him how to recognize the Fair Folk. She taught him to recognize Glamors, no matter how strong they were. He now realized his first mistake. This was no ordinary clearing, and the men who had come here before were far worse off than before. He was standing in this Fae’s circle.

The Red Knight scoffed, “I take some fish and leave, no harm to anyone.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Is that a threat, boy?” She removed a sword from inside her skirts and jutted it towards him. “Fuck off now, go find some other damsels campfire to rob. You won’t be taking mine.”

The Red Knight dropped his hood and noticed her expression change ever slightly, but she kept it dark and sour. She frowned at him. “You think I should pity you now?” She kept her sword aimed at his throat. “I’ve seen uglier than you without the scars.”

He touched his face. His name as Red Knight didn’t come from the blood that stained his armor. No. It was from the red of his face. The deep scars and tattoos the Rusted King marked him with. His whole face and body were covered in them. 

“Lower your damn toothpick, girl,” The Red Knight snarled. “I just want some food and to rest.”

Her brow knit tightly as she studied his face, her eyes cutting to the mare and back to him before she lowered her sword. “Got any coin?” She waved her hand at him.

The Red Knight smirked. “Do you?”

“I’m not the intruder here,” she snapped her hands to her waist again.

He took a seat down on one of the logs and folded his arms over his knees. She continued to pace him, keeping her eyes on him even as she stoked the fire.

“See something you like?” The Red Knight growled, his lip curling.

“Is there something to like?” She snipped then pointed at him. “You look like a disgusting candle, and I doubt you smell pleasant.” She motioned behind her. “There’s a lake over there. Go take care of your nasty self and let your ugly horse drink.”

The mare snorted.

“I’ll let you insult me,” the red Knight stood up and glowered down at her. “But I will not let you insult my horse.”

She arched her brow at the Red Knight, and for a moment he saw the deepness of her eyes. 

“I suppose she ain’t done anything wrong,” she clicked her tongue as she walked away from him to her tent.

The Red Knight untied the mare and took her down the path the Fae motioned too. Beyond the trees, there was indeed a small lake. It was surrounded by blackberry bushes that the mare took to like a greedy child.

“At least you’re pleased,” the red Knight huffed as he began to peel away his armor and tunic. He kicked his boots aside and stretched, his neck popping and his back groaning as he lifted his arms above his head. It had been a long while since his last bath, he thought. He stepped into the lake and then dove in.

When he came back out from below the depths, he turned to the shore and saw the sour Fae girl picking up his things.

“Hey!” He roared at her.

She didn’t pay him any mind and continued to collect his boots. “Good lord you’re ripe,” she scoffed as she tucked the bundle under his arms.

“Bitch!” The Red Knight snarled as he clamored to get to shore, swimming not his strength.

She stood there and stared down at him. “Are you still making noise?”

The Red Knight came up onto the beach and stomped towards her. “What makes you think you can take my shit.”

She frowned and tilted her head. “The same thing that makes you think you can steal my food,” her eyes then darted down his body and back up. “Huh, hairy creature aren’t you,” a smirk graced her face, heightening her threatening eyes. “You a knight?”

“Fuck you,” he spit.

The Fae laughed, and her dark skin started to show a rosy shimmer underneath. “No, I highly doubt...this,” she motioned to his whole body, “would ever be a knight.” She thought for a moment, hand on her chin. “Yeah, you’re ugly, but from the neck down you look like a fine specimen.” She then pointed between his thighs. “How do you keep that from getting pinched in your armor?”

The Red Knight rolled his eyes and reached for his things, she yanked them away clearly and held her head up.

“You don’t need these,” she smarted as she held his clothes behind her. “I was just going to burn these and let you figure it out from there,” her smirk darkened. “But I think I’ve figured out a way you can pay without coin.”

The Red Knight scowled at her, opening his mouth to snarl at her.

She pointed back to the lake, “please, wash off a bit more,” she replied. “I’ll even lend you my soap.”

“What are you going on about?” The Red Knight snarled.

The Fae girl scoffed, “you aren’t smart are you?” She reached out and grabbed his cock in her strong hand. “This is going to earn you a meal and warm bed, boy.” She released him and laughed as she turned to walk away.

The Red Knight stood there glaring at her for a few moments before turning and looking at the Mare. “Some fucking help you are!”

The mare’s ears twitched, but she ignored him.

The Red Knight returned to the water, lazing about a bit when the Fae girl returned and set something on a rock before the shore. “Make sure you scrub the good bits, boy.” She made a jerking-off motion before her crotch. 

“Fuck off!” The Red Knight growled back at her.

“Get under the balls too. Might as well scrub your asshole while you're down there. Can’t be too careful with you nasty boys these days.” She walked over to the mare, offering her something from her palm the mare ate gladly. The Fae turned to look back at the Red Knight and then returned up the path.

The Red Knight returned to the shore and fetched the small bar of soap she had left. He scoffed, glancing to the mare who stomped her hoof into the mud. “You shouldn’t have eaten that, girl,” he says quietly to her. “You’re Fae property now.”

The mare neighed loudly and shook her head.

“Don’t judge me too harshly,” he growled as returned to the water, using the soap to scrub himself down.

When he was done, he took the mare and tied her back up near the campsite. The Fae girl was waiting by the fire, a plate of fishbones beside her. The Red Knight frowned, not seeing any more fish roasting on the spikes.

He opened his mouth to snarl, and the girl stood up. “You’ll eat don’t worry,” she huffed at him. “I simply want mine first,” she said matter-of-factly to him as she approached him.

“You think you can just walk all over me?” The Red Knight snarled as she stood before him. “You take my clothes, withhold food you promised-”

“You tried to steal it from me. Thinking logically boy,” she jabbed a strong finger into his hairy chest, “I’ll get what’s mine, and then I will give you what I see fit,” she replied. “Food and perhaps a bed tonight.” She ran her hand over his body then. “At least you clean up well,” she sighed. She then touched the gnarled and puckered scars on his face. “Eh, I suppose you could be worse.” She motioned to the tent. “Go in there, lay on your back and wait for me,” her voice commanding.

    “A much as I love fucking,” the Red Knight growled, “I doubt I have the energy to do it. I haven’t eaten in days.”

    The Fae huffed. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes. She opened up a bag sitting by the fire and tossed a leather satchel at him. “It’ll be enough for you.”

    The Red Knight opened the bag, seeing dried berries and nuts mixed with grain inside. He took fistfuls, shoving it into his mouth.

    The Fae sat down, watching as he ate. Her eyes narrowed on him, and she sighed. “Boys have no manners.”

    “Hard to learn them when all you’re taught is to kill,” the Red Knight snarled at her.

    She smirked. “Why are you here then?” She asked. “So far from the nearest King. Did you run away?”

    The Red Knight shoved more food into his mouth, chewing loudly.

    She scoffed. “Desertion is considered high treason.”

    “It is,” he growled.

    She tilted her head. “What are you running from?”

    He licked his lips. “Death.” He glared into her eyes. “Not my own, but the death of everyone around me.” He then tossed the empty bag aside. “I’m done.” He glared down at her, and she gave him a scolding look. 

“You don’t scare me, knight,” she said the word threateningly, a knowing glint in her eyes that gave him a moment's pause. She merely smirked and pushed him towards the tent.

He snarled but did as she commanded, going into the tent and laying down on the mat. Fae women had a tradition of going out into the world and choosing their sexual conquests taking what they needed and they bearing more frightening children. He huffed and closed his eyes, bracing his forearm over his head.

The Red Knight waited there a long while before she came into the tent. Her body bare save for her long dark braid over her shoulder. She knelt down beside him, her lips on his throat as he hand stroked down his body, fingers coiling around the shaft of his cock.

Her lips were at his ear, her teeth biting down. “Keep your hands where I can see them,” she snarled. “I’ll tell you what to do.”

The Red Knight groaned as her fingers quickened a fire in his belly. His cock throbbing in her palm. She giggled and lifted her head for a moment. 

“Good boy,” she growled. “Good to see you aren’t just showing off.” She kissed at his throat again, biting his jaw then pressing hard, fierce kisses to his lips.

“Ferocious little tart aren’t you?” He snarled.

She reached down and squeezed his sack in her palm. “More ferocious than you could bargain for.” She straddled his hips and kissed him more, keeping his mouth shut as she ground against his growing cock. Her heat was searing, a wetness smearing along his length.

“Been quite a long time since I had a nice fat one,” she pant as she pulled up and looked at him between her thighs. “Good length too.” She pumped her fist along his cock again. She then locked eyes with the Red Knight.

    He felt a pull on his mind and his eyes were forced to look at her. She leaned down, kissing his chest and neck. Her lips pressed to his ear, and she moaned softly. “Tell me your name.”

    He chuckled. “Fuck no.”

    She sat up like a shot. “What?” She gasped.

    He grabbed her hips, pulling her, so her wet slit rubbed against his cock again. “I’m not telling you my name,” he growled. “You’ll never hear it. You never own me.”

    She whimpered then steeled herself again. She planted her palms flat on his chest. “How could you tell?” She huffed.

    “Before I was a knight I lived in the woods,” he moaned, feeling her wetness grow. “My mother taught me to recognize the Fae and their Glamour.”

    She scoffed and with a sizzling crackle, her Glamour faded. Sitting on top of him was still a beautiful creature. Her skin was dark with rosy marking shimmering all over, especially on her breasts and belly. She had four eyes, pure black and wide. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth and two black tongues.

    “Banshee,” the Red Knight laughed. 

    She chuckled. “You’re still hard as a rock.”

    “I never said I wasn’t completely stupid,” the Red Knight laughed. “Besides, it would be extremely stupid of me to stop right now.”

“I didn’t give you enough credit.” The Banshee chuckled. “The others who have fallen for my trap were beyond hope.” She raised up and slowly eased herself down on him. She bit her lip, arching her back slightly as she took him inside.

    Her insides were warm and tight, he could feel them twisting and churning all around him. He had heard legends that Banshee had teeth below, as protection from those who found ways to subdue them. All the Red Knight felt was the warm, safe, sensation of a great cunt.

She laughed. “What’s with this expression now? Not afraid even a little?” She rolled her hips as he fit snugly into place. She pant softly, grinding against him and bouncing slightly as she figured out what felt good. 

“I’m afraid I’ll cum too soon.” The red Knight grabbed her hips between his hands and held her. He moved her up and down, her reaction changing from one of pleased study to shocked pleasure. He smirked, arching his hips to meet her as he bounced her against his thighs. Her two long tongues stretched from behind her sharp teeth, and she moaned loudly.

“Fuck,” she pant, squeezing around his cock. She arched her back and let him work her. She laughed to herself as he began to move underneath her. “I knew you’d be a decent fuck,” she snarled as she clawed her sharp nails down his chest, drawing blood.

The Red Knight pushed her off and pinned her to the ground, pushing her ass into the air. She started to snarl and hiss when he shoved his cock back inside her. Her angry snarking turned into pleasured grunts as he began to push back inside her. He slapped her ass, punishment for everything she had put him through until that point.

She moaned happily though, gasping at the sting. He slapped her again and chuckled, “damn Fae.”

“Damn knights,” she pant. “Better not pull out,” she threatened, “or I’ll stalk you into the night.” Her back then arched and she raised up on her elbows. Her thighs and rear meeting with him as she rut to find her own pleasure. Her panting and moaning grew as The Red Knight’s attention grew in intent. His body shuddering as she squeezed onto him.

Her body trembled and she pant, her elbows trembling and she collapsed forward, shaking still as the Red Knight drove harder into her. His own orgasm building. Her mouth opened and a strange, eerie sound came from her lips. It wasn’t the usual haunting scream of a Banshee, but the sound of her release. The sound filled his ears and all his senses. She was pleasured, and she was allowing him his own in gratitude. He bent over her, gaining momentum as the quickening in his belly trembled and released. His growling and snarling close to her ear as he released inside her, stuffing her full of his seed.

He fell to the ground, panting hard from his well-earned efforts. The Banshee kissed him and giggled. “Not bad, for a knight.” She slapped his shoulder and laid on her back, breathing heavy.

The red Knight grunted at her, rolling so his back was to her.

“You’re fun,” she laughed, sighing contentedly. “Maybe I’ll remember you later.” She reached down and cupped her folds. “Your seed with make a fine child.”

He scoffed. “Is that what you wanted from me?”

She giggled. “Not at first. Believe me. I was planning to kill you and eat you like the others.” She rolled over and laid on his chest. “But I may keep you to myself for a while until I’m sure your seed takes root within me.” She kissed his cheek. “Sleep now, my ugly one, you’ll need your strength to please me again.”

He growled and laid there, letting her pet and swoon post orgasm. If he wanted to live, he would have to obey her. He traded one master for another, but at least he knew what she would do.

In the morning the Red Knight gathered his clothes, going outside to find himself something to eat for the morning. The Banshee was gone, but he could hear her singing at the lake. He went to the mare and stroked her muzzle. There was already a change to her. She looked younger, and her eyes shone brighter. She no longer belonged to him anymore, she was now property of the Banshee, just like he was.

The mare looked at him and huffed, stomping her hoof into the dirt as if she was impatient.

“Good girl,” the Red Knight growled, running his fingers through her mane. “We’re both stuck now, aren’t we?”

    The Banshee returned, walking up from the lake with a serene smile on her face. “Good morning, my stud.” She walked up to him and kissed his hand. “I suppose you want to eat before we fuck again.”

    “I only had nuts and berries last night. I want meat.” The Red Knight snarled.

    She chuckled and waved her hand towards the fire where suddenly, a stuck pig was rotating over the flames. “I had a feeling you liked pork.”

    He stared at the fire and then at her. “I do,” he walked over and took out his knife, slicing off some of the belly and eating it.

    For days, the Red Knight and the Banshee had sex. Whenever she desired it, they fucked until every drop of his seed was inside her. When her belly started to swell, she gave him an offer, go off and away, leaving her and babe. But the Red Knight chose to stay.

    “I have no place to go,” he said. “And I’ve made my peace with it. I’d rather be with you than out there again.”

    “Then mine you shall remain,” the Banshee whispered.

    When the Banshee gave birth but it was difficult, and she lost a lot of blood. Within days, she was gone. The child was born weak and followed its mother soon after. The Red Knight, filled with grief and anger, having lost his home yet again, screamed. He screamed and cried and hollered. As the forest grew around him, becoming a dense, lush jungle, his pain did not subside.

    He became feared as an evil spirit within the jungle, and the surrounding villages called him the Red Beast. As the years turned into centuries, sacrifices were made to him in hopes he would stop his screaming. The only thing he wanted was his Banshee, so that’s what he became. Haunting the jungle that grew around the graves of his loved ones. His mare still roams, becoming something of a legend herself, but that’s another story.