A/N: I managed to get the italics issue resolved, so fook it. The real Chapter 4.

I re-adjust myself so I am slightly elevated, I drop the blanket down to my stomach, high enough to cover my scar, yet low enough to expose my small breasts, nipples already perking out. It is already feeling hot in the room and I have not even started yet. Perhaps I should start from the beginning, for once? Oh sure, I have read it entirely once, but afterward I just skip to the exciting part, caring less for the story and more for the release I will get from it. I glance over at the knot Camilla had tied, it is masterfully done, it will take even the creator of that knot several minutes to undo properly. "I have time…" I tell myself. Was I paranoid for worrying that someone could walk in? Yes, Camilla had one day when I was… tending to myself. My big sister wanted to surprise me with a gift, but she ends up being surprised to see me in a hot and panting mess, the worst part is that she let me finish before announcing herself. "Trust me, I know it is terrible having to stop part-way through, I know I just feel livid if someone were to stop me…" Even the recent battlefield incident feels less shameful than my sister walking in to me masterbating. "Starting fresh it is." Hopefully actually reading the story will take my mind off of those matters and focus more on myself… 'Sweet, sweet release.'

In a small town, several miles away from the land's castle, held a house. In this house lived two people, a pristine woman, who looked far more pretty than any village deserved, and a maid. All of the income went to the woman; gems, clothes, perfume, it all went to her and her material possessions. How did a small town village woman earn so much? It was simple, she serviced the King's army. There were a dozen or two of these special 'services', but she was different… she was the best. She seemingly had it all, the voice, breasts, body, rear, a true diamond among the dozens of others. Many a knight came for her services, in more ways than one, they left relieved, she left paid.

The maid? She was barely acknowledged. She didn't deserve much more, small, lithe, barely any development in chest or backside, she knew she didn't look the part and her mistress was almost eager to remind her how unattractive she was. She did what had to be done, washed the clothes, polished the gems, cooked the food. But what did she earn from it? A roof over her head, good food to eat, and a few spare blankets for warmth. No money ever crossed her palms, her mistress spent it for her and not always for her. But what could she do about it? No other house in the village needed a maid, and if they did, they probably couldn't afford her services. The woman provided her with the basic necessities and that was it. It was enough, more than what she could earn if she worked for someone else. She received more than any other small village could pay her, but she also got almost nothing for her work.

Today she was preparing her mistress for a very special soldier. She seemed excited. "He's the King's personal Knight." She told her in a rare moment of bliss, she rarely shared who she'd be with for the night. "The best of the best, he led a squad against a dragon and won. A squad! Not an entire army!"

"Please stay still, mistress. I can't get your hair done…" The woman was bouncing with joy.

"Excuses, get it done." Her mood soured immediately.

"Yes ma'am." A few minutes passed and she procured a mirror for her, "I hope it's done to your liking, mistress?"

"Better than any lousy hair stylist. Yes, it will do." A thick ponytail with a simple knot so she could let her down easily. "I have a shopping list out for you on the kitchen table. There's enough money to get everything on there." She sighed, "And a loaf of bread for you, if you get so lucky. I trust my bath has already been drawn?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. Be done in two hours." She left the room.

The maid sighed before grabbing the list and small bag of gold coins before leaving the house. Just a few more hours and she'll be off until the morning. Her mistress never had work for her while she's doing her 'job'. She went from stall to stall, picking out the 'best' of everything while making sure that she was also getting the 'best' deal. It was a simple list, as usual, a few fruits here, some veggies there, a chunk of meat, too. She started with the scent balms… might as well get the expensive stuff out of the way first. As she approached the stall, some man rudely bumped into her. "Watch it!" She couldn't help but shout. He turned and flashed her a smirk before speeding up. It took her a few seconds to realize why he did… "That's my mistress's gold!" She attempted to give chase, but the man expertly weaved his way through the small crowd. He was gone… and so was the gold. Her mistress will be livid when she finds out what happened.

"HEY! LEMME GO! GET YOUR OWN GOLD!" She heard a man shout and went towards the commotion. "EARN YOUR OWN DAMN MONEY!" It was the same man… how ironic.

And that's when she saw him. He stood at least a foot taller than the thief, his entire body was toned, his armor custom made and of the highest quality. A battle-axe was strapped to his back, a buckler on his left wrist, and a longsword in a sheathe on the right side of his waist. He had an imposing looking helmet, it was currently strapped a hook on the left side of his waist. His face had laugh lines, the type of face used to smiling and joy… but it was currently scarred by anger. He held him with a single hand by his shirt "You stole this gold, crook, and this is a lot of gold." His tone was calm but firm. "You know the penalty for grand thievery, don't you?"

"What's it to ya? You're just a man in a fancy suit of armor." Was the thief that dumb?

The Knight ignored the comment, "By the power bestowed to me by the King, I order you to kneel and present your right arm outstretched, palm facing skyward." He dropped the man.

"T-the k-king? Wait, T-t-then you're…" Now he came to the realization.

"Now!" The crook did as the knight said, the knight drew his battle axe, it was nearly as long as he was tall. "Stay still." The man complied to the best of his ability, though he was clearly shaking from fear. The knight brought his axe down with incredible speed, severing the man's hand with ease. The knight then held the man down as he retrieved a health tonic from his side-satchel and poured it over the wound, stopping the bleeding instantly. He grabbed the bag from him, "Now leave, and if I ever catch you with your fingers in anyone else's belongings…"

"Y-you won't! I-I'll be a changed man, I swear it!" He ran away.

The scowl left the knight's face and he turned towards the maid who watched him with awestruck eyes. "I believe this belongs to you, fair maiden?"

Her heart felt like it skipped a few beats, "F-fair maiden? No, I'm just a maid. And that money belongs to my mistress, not me."

"Your mistress? I wasn't aware the Servicer here had a maid." He gave her a once over and had a short look of disgust, it left as quickly as it came.

He wasn't just any Knight, he was the Knight. "Th-thank you, sir Knight. I'm sorry to have been such a bother…" She backed away before he could get a good look again "You aren't worth the time." Her mistress's words stung, but it was true. She didn't look good, she dressed poorly, she'd make a terrible wife, the maid came to accept the words in time, it made it hurt less.

Tears run down my face as I stop reading for a moment, that is why I stopped reading the introduction, how could I have forgotten it? 'Small? Lithe? Nearly flat in chest and ass?' The description hit too close to home for me. The only difference is that I have good clothes, a family that loves me, the food is mediocre at best, but still… I wonder if Camilla knows about the start of the book? About how much the description affects me? I feel like ripping the pages out, but that will just be wrong, no matter how much the words stings. Camilla has the body that men want and a pleasant attitude to boot, as long as you didn't get on her bad side, of course. She is a better version of the Servicer and I am only slightly better than the Maid, 'No man wants you' .

All the these books have the attractive women set something along the lines of what Camilla look like. Me? This is the only one I know of that has the 'ugly' one finding a partner.

I feel like stopping before I actually start. No, this is suppose to be a good day, I am with my family again. I quickly but gently skim through pages, that is enough build-up, I wipe some tears away with my other hand, and position it so it is just brushing over my core. I gasp as I resume reading.

The Maid felt alive, better than every good moment in her life combined and then some. The Knight took her to his personal home gifted to him by the King. She was washed, all the dirt and grime was completely gone. She smelled fresh, like a garden of roses. Her clothes were new, clean, and soft, she felt as if she was being cradled in a layer of silk. She laughed as she did a twirl in her dress, years of stress gone in moments. The Knight wanted her, not her once-mistress, not some other concubine, he wanted her. It was almost overwhelming how wonderful it felt.

"You're in a good mood, my lady." He entered the room nearly without a sound, a feat in of itself considering he wore plate-mail. He had a fine layer of sweat on him, the morning sun poked through the window and shone on him, making seem like he was glowing. For all she knew he was glowing.

"You did so much for me, I don't know why I deserve it, but I'm so happy." A moment of somber hit her unexpectedly. "She alwa…"

"Shh…" He cut her off, "Come." She floated towards his call and he embraced her, somehow he felt warm and reassuring even through a thick layer of metal. "Don't ever question your beauty, my lady."

My Lady, she shivered from the declaration. A phrase for her and no one else. Here, she was safe… with him, she was wanted and loved. He gave her a feeling of purpose that nothing else could even hope to match. "I love you." She squeaked and a moment later she realized what she said then her face burned red.

"And I love you." It was the first time the words were made vocal, she felt like fainting, instead her legs gave out for a moment, but he was there to support her. She just stared at his face, a glazed look in her eyes, she was there but not here. All she saw and heard was him, she reached as far as she could to get closer, and he closed the distance between their faces, their first kiss.

She felt warm, hot even, no, her entire body lit up on the contact. He insisted on getting her cleaned before anything happened "Your health is my top concern." He declared, at first she thought it strange, wasn't the shining Knight to whisk her away to a private location before sharing a bed? But after the bath she understood, he wanted her, there was no question, and it wasn't in the moment, not lust. He wanted to care for her, he took the time to look after her needs. She had proper food, she was getting nutrients she needed, she still cleaned around the house, but she was also cleaned by the end of her rounds.

"I want you…" She said as they broke the kiss, her breathing coming out hot and in quick spurts. She wanted more than kisses and touches.

"And tonight, you shall have more." He gently carried her over to his large bed, since her legs still refused to cooperate, and laid her down softly, before attending to his armor. Piece by piece was removed then placed on the wooden mannequin on the far side of the room. The crafted wood did no justice for the suit of armor, but it did do its purpose just fine. He was now shirtless, he displayed a figure of muscle, toned, body broad. His arms had plenty of strength to show off, hands calloused from years of training with weapon and battles fought. Her teeth scraped her bottom lip as he removed his leggings, then his undergarments. Her face flushed at the sight of his member, she worried if it would even fit.

He swiftly moved towards her and went to remove her own clothing, but she unconsciously shrank back, "S-sorry, I-I'm not… I mean, I still don't have the same confidence in my appearance as you have in mine."

His expression showed concern for a moment, "Would you rather wait? I won't push you if you aren't ready."

Ever patient and kind, even when he had her in short breaths, when he could have her right now . "N-no! I'm ready, but… could we block out lights first…?" She was truly worried about her body, There was a lingering fear he would not stay if he saw her bare.

"As my lady wishes." He went to the single window and closed the blinds, leaving the room nearly pitch-black. "Better?" She could barely make out his silhouette, were this her once-mistress she would be terrified right now, but this was her Knight, she felt comfort.

"Very." She felt the bed shift as he sat on it, and he begun the process removing her clothing. She was still tense, but she let him continue. Every spot that his skin touched her felt like her nerves bursted with feeling, she already felt a surge of heat in her core. "Haah…" She panted, it was already so hot in here, she was filled with a need for him… more.

He chuckled, and the noise sent shivers up her spine, good shivers. Her own chest was now devoid of clothing, she made to hide her breasts, but he stopped her arms from covering herself. "Relax…" His voice was still soothing, but it had a touch of huskyness that made her melt in his hands, she was putty in his grip and she was content with it. His hands released their grip from her arms and glided across her upper half, she felt so alive, she shook from his touch and pushed herself closer. 'More . '

His hands found their way to her breasts and she moaned on the spot, "aah…" He caressed her and his fingers playfully danced on her skin. She wanted him lower now, but she also wanted it to last. The Maid let out a stifled cry when his fingers grazed her nipples. His hands abruptly left her breasts and she quietly whined, she felt insecure again, they were too small. He didn't want to continue because of it…

His hands moved to her arms and he guided them to his own chest, "Don't be afraid of touching." Oh, her arms were kind of just pinned to her sides.

"I… don't know what to do. I never did this… or read about it." She admitted.

She could barely make out his head tilting, "Have you ever touched yourself?"

She shook her head, doubtful he could actually see it, "No, I never had time."

"Well… just, mirror what I do, okay?"

"I-I can do that." His hands resumed moving across her body and she did the same to him. He was so firm under her, she could practically feel the years of muscle building under her fingertips. His hands would move to her back and her hands went to his shoulders since she couldn't exactly reach that far. 'Too short . ' He pulled her closer and her hands moved to his back. He kissed her and she gripped him, nails digging into his skin, he gasped into her mouth, a sound that caused her to moan in response.

The kiss broke once more and his hands went lower… lower. Her own hands stopped, hesitant to drop below his waist. He deftly undid her skirt, the piece of clothing seemingly falling apart at his touch, her own panties followed shortly after. Here she is now, completely bare, she averted her eyes, unwilling to look at him even in darkness shrouding her body. 'Small and Lithe, there isn't anything for him there.'

His hands resumed their search, her own hands awkwardly staying at his waist, she was nervous, awaiting his judgement on her body. His hands gently avoided her core and instead stroked down her legs, brushing around her feet and back up, closer… closer. 'More . ' "Aah…" She lost her breath when he simply passed by, it could barely even be considered a touch. "P-please…" She was completely at his mercy, "More…" She felt dirty and selfish. Was she selfish for wanting more of her Knight?

"Haah… Gods… My knight !" I reach my own climax, I am panting hard, with a small amount of my juices seeping on to the cot beneath me, my fingers soaked in the stuff. It takes me a few minutes for the pleasure to fall off and realize I am clutching my legs tightly. A few more minutes passes before my breathing evens out. I am more sensitive, that is barely even the halfway point of how far I read before I cum. I withdrew my fingers and taste myself, I feel heat flow throughout my body again. I feel dirty, is it so wrong to want to do more? One climax is usually enough, I would be spent, replace the book to its original location, and call it a night. No, not tonight, I feel invigorated…'More . ' I look at my well-read book, then focus on the taste of me, still suckling my fingers, feel how wet I still am, and take a deep sniff of the lust that fills the air.

Then I decide to finish reading, it has been over three weeks, after all, I normally treat myself weekly, so I am overdue for self-pleasure. My hand leaves my mouth with a small pop before making its way down, a moan escapes me as I pass a nipple and I squirm as I go lower… lower. Gods, I am still so wet, my fingers slip in effortlessly and I have to bite back from letting out a loud moan… wet and incredibly sensitive. I continue reading, fingers sliding in a rhythm with a pace with the Knight touching his Maid. I moan when the Maid moans and gasp when the Knight grunts. "Haah…" I pant. 'More . '

My thumb brushes my clitoris as the Knight's own fingers enters the Maid, stroking, circling, entering and almost leaving. The room felt several degrees hotter, the air fills with the smell of my own scent, ironically causing me to become even more aroused. My pace quickens as the Knight's fingers do. I cum again as the Maid has her first. My teeth are grinding against each other, I am trying very hard not to make a lot of noise, but it is becoming increasingly difficult, my legs somehow manage to get even closer to each other, offering me more stimulation as another dose of liquid exits me. "Gods…" 'More.'

I am beginning to feel like a whore for indulging myself so much, but in the moment, I do not care. Is it me? Or the dragon? A thought crosses my mind that it is my draconic side roaring for more… for an actual person who can be my Knight. My thoughts are turning out to be very specific on how she wants to be taken. Instead of the slow pace I am reading, I imagine my Knight practically throwing me on the floor and going at it. That sounds much more preferable… But I have no Knight, no one to share my bed, it is just me, my fingers, and a few select stories.

A heat in my core politely informs me that it is not ready for me to stop and go to sleep. A third time? Why not, I have already dirtied myself this far, might as well leap into the bliss while I am at it. My fingers go to my mouth once more, I still taste so intense, and my legs feel like pudding, I have the distinct feeling we will be camping here all day tomorrow, too.

I actually set the book aside, the descriptions are no longer in line of what I feel I need. I thrust the hand that has held the book to my breast and I nearly slam my fingers back in. "Haah, Gods…" I am no longer caressing myself, the movements are rough and fast, my legs squeeze around my hand again. Another wave passes by, but unlike the other times, I do not bother stopping to catch my breath or wait the pleasure out.

I would not want him to wait for me, he will keep going regardless until he finishes. He will bite and scratch, claw his way into my skin. Blood will drip and scars will form, and it will only make me want him more. He will claim me when he pleases and I will always be open to him...

By the time I actually finish, I have lost track of how many times I came, partly because I kept going an absurd amount of times, but also because I have stopped caring for keeping track… My body feels numb, I occasionally twitch but otherwise stay put, leaving my hands where they are. I can see my Knight lying beside me with this arrogant smirk on his face, basking in the glory that he just leaves me in such a panting mess with barely even the strength to form a coherent sentence. Then he will start again. " Mine ." The word will be said with such force and dominance that I will melt under his hands.

Gods, I am so messed up… and I love it.