As young squire Sebastian celebrates becoming a real knight, he has only one misgiving: his scrawny stature compared to his new compatriots. Fortunately, his mentor has laid plans to help him overcome this problem.
The road was long, and he had only little over a month to arrive in the capital for the Knighting. Sensing his worry, the soon-to-be knight’s mare whinnied, kicking a bit of mud around.
“I know, girl, we should make it in time, but I’m more so worried about arriving in this ridiculously undersized gear! None of my armor fits me anymore and my sword is little better than a letter opener, I can’t arrive before the Queen like this!” Sebastian exclaimed, raising his arms into the air dramatically.
The horse huffed.
“Oh, don’t act like that! I had no way of knowing that Sir Belcor’s rune would transform me!” The man declared, crossing his arms.
A long silence passed.
“Oh, fine! All right? I should’ve been careful and will be more so in the future, although I don’t necessarily hate my new form, it is certainly better at slaying the evils of this world than my previous self.”
Exasperated, Sebastian laid down on his mare’s back, sighing,
“I just hope I can find some more acceptable clothing and armor before the ceremony.”
Later that night, Sebastian noticed screaming in the distance, and saw a caravan being accosted by brigands. Complete chaos had taken control of the little camp, some people fleeing for their lives, others trying to hide with the children, and others still trying to fight back against the bandits. Unsheathing his sword, Sebastian spurred his steed into a gallop and shouted a war cry.
At first, he seemed to have startled the bandits, an opportunity he made sure to capitalize upon. Slicing his sword in a downward arc, he caught the man in his neck, blood spurting as he fell to the ground, clutching his death wound. His element of surprise over, another bandit flung one of her bladed fans at him, catching him in his left shoulder. Grimacing, Sebastian managed to overcome the pain and wrench the fan out of his arm, he then flung it out, missing the female bandit, but striking another in the back of the head, killing him instantly. The pain in his left arm throbbing rhythmically, a familiar heat taking residence within it.
Sebastian, close to falling due to blood loss, swayed but managed to hold on to his mare’s reigns. His left arm now completely useless, he had to use his sword arm to hold the reigns, so he slid down off of the horse and cried out, charging. The blade dancer bandit was caught off guard by the bravado of this knight, and was unable to dodge the death blow, however she did manage to extend her fans to the point where they stabbed Sebastian as he impaled her on his blade. Time seemed to slow, Sebastian locked into a dance for death with this woman who’s name he did not even know. They locked eyes, and for what felt like forever stayed that way. Time began flowing again, and with it, the blood of both the Blade Dancer and the Knight. Her eyes glazed over, and the soul fled her body. Sebastian felt his consciousness fading as well, he collapsed, the fight over.
The remaining bandits had defeated the caravan, and the burly thugs soon circles him, grinning as they watched him bleed. Sebastian’s pain ebbed away, gradually replaced by that same warming sensation he had before from his crest. He began moaning from the pleasure washing over him, as the warmth reached his wounds, they knitted themselves together and vanished, leaving only a faint scar behind. Though Sebastian felt no sexual arousal in this life and death situation, he felt a warm trickle down his leg, startled, he assumed he must be bleeding and began ripping his pants to make a tourniquet.
The bandits were all stunned at this display of healing magic, they suddenly began to wonder if they would be able to defeat him again if he can just regenerate himself like this. Sebastian, now half naked from the waist down, saw that the warm trickle was, in fact, not blood. Instead, it was a steady flow of precum, flowing from his flaccid seven inch manhood.
Distantly, as if muffled, Sebastian heard the bandits shouting to one another to circle him and kill him before he could heal fully. Once again, the large, muscular men surrounded the Knight, only to be paralyzed as the warm puddle around him expanded and crawled up their legs. Afraid, they began screaming and feebly clawing at the warm liquid creeping further onto their bodies. Soon, the screams turned into moans of pleasure, and the bandits were frozen in a state of euphoria, unable to move at all except for the occasional twitch as orgasms found them.
Sebastian looked at what had taken place around him, and was both shocked and aroused. He stood and tried to check for survivors, but as he did, the puddle enveloped him as well, planting his feet firmly in place. The moans of the bandits was quieting, and he looked up to see the precum holding his adversaries hostage was retracting, releasing bandits as it passed. Expecting another fight, Sebastian tensed and waited, but the bandits fell unconscious as the musky liquid retreated.
Still firmly locked in place, Sebastian could only watch as his magical precum began to retreat back into his dick, stuffing his overfull balls to the maximum capacity. As the last of it entered him, he exploded into a mind shattering orgasm, and fell unconscious just like the bandits around him, all of the men sporting throbbing boners, their armor and clothes having been dissolved by the ignorant Knight’s magic.