Dragonrider
Nathan passed through the fog gate and was immediately confronted by a tall, spear-wielding knight in crimson plate. The knight strode towards Nathan, spear raised to strike. This looked like it was going to be a tough fight. So Nathan decided to see if the strategy that had worked on the other knights worked on this one.
As the Dragonrider barreled towards him, he rushed to meet the charge. At the last second, he turned and leaped to the right, clearing the gap between the thin platform on which he stood and the larger circular platform. The Dragonrider tried to turn to catch him as he jumped past, and almost managed it. Except that the Dragonrider tripped over their own feet at the last second, sending the red armored knight stumbling off the platform.
Nathan turned around and watched as the knight flailed desperately, managing to grab hold, if only barely. The Dragonrider now dangled by one hand above the rocks far below. Nathan shrugged and stepped closer, bending down next to the Dragonrider's hand. He pried one of the knight's fingers loose.
"Whoops. Did you need that?" He gazed into the plated helm of the Dragonrider. "Sorry." Another finger was pried free, and then a third. The Dragonrider shook their head, pleading. Nathan paid no mind, choosing instead to pry away fourth finger.
The Dragonrider hung by a single digit, barely managing to keep from falling off. Nathan raised his longsword, to sever the last finger and send his foe plummeting to their doom.
"Please, don't!" The panicked voice of a woman brought his blade to a stop. He looked down at the Dragonrider. Squatting down once more, he managed to grab hold of the Dragonrider's helmet, pulling it off. A blonde haired woman stared back at him fearfully.
"Huh. That's something I didn't expect," Nathan said. "Not the strangest thing I've seen though." Bending down, he peered into the blonde woman's eyes. "Hey knight, do you want to live?"
She nodded quickly, glancing fearfully at the sharp rocks below. Nathan smiled, rubbing his hands together. "Let's make a trade then."
"What trade?"
"Everything you have for your life," Nathan answered. "I'd like to see what kind of tits you've got under there."
"Fuck you!" the knight yelled.
Nathan shrugged and raised his sword. "Alas poor knight, I didn't know you well."
He swung down, aiming once more for the single finger that kept the knight from falling to her death.
"Fine, fine, fine!" the knight cried, half a second before Nathan carved her finger off. He paused once more. "I accept," the knight said, her eyes teary.
Nathan smiled. "Ah, so you see reason after all! Swear to uphold the trade," he ordered. She did so, tears staining her face. "Good. Hand me your spear." She did so, hurling the weapon at him. Nathan grabbed it out of the air. "Now, loose the armor."
"Right now?" the knight asked. "I can't hold on much longer!"
"Best be fast then," was the careless response. With her free hand, the Dragonrider undid the straps keeping her armor fastened and let the chestplate and greaves fall down towards the rocks far below. She began to try to work the straps of her gauntlets, but at last her strength gave out and her hand slipped. The knight began to fall.
Nathan's hand shot out and grabbed hold of the blonde woman's arm. With a grunt he heaved her up onto the platform where she crumpled to her knees, trembling.
"The rest of the armor, if you please?" Nathan demanded. The knight's eyes darted to where her spear lay. Nathan rolled his eyes. "I'm faster than you. Besides, with no armor I can carve you to pieces in seconds."
She sighed. Taking a deep breath the knight rose to her feet and let her gauntlets fall to the cold stone floor. She stood only in her under-tunic and shorts which provided little protection from either the biting cold or Nathan's roaming eyes. His gaze swept across her toned legs, exposed navel, fair sized bust, and pale rosy lips. She was much smaller than he would have expected based on the armor she wore, standing at about his height.
With a leer, he spoke. "Lose the tunic and shorts."
The knight tensed, before lowering her head in defeat. Shaky hands pulled the tunic off, baring her full breasts to the cold breeze. Her shorts followed suit, pooling at her feet and revealing her womanhood to Nathan. She most certainly was a blonde. Age wasn't quite the same in this land, what with how timeless it could be, but Nathan would estimate the blonde woman's physical age to be in the mid-twenties or so.
Nathan stepped forward and his hands began to roam her naked body. The knight shivered and moaned when his fingers teased her nipples, which had already stiffened in the cold wind but hardened further at his touch. She flinched when his hand wandered to her lower lips, before sighing in relief when he did nothing more than tease her womanhood.
"What's your name?" Nathan asked, still running his hands across her toned body.
"T-t-tracy!" the knight yelped as he blew lightly into her ear. Her little mewls were like music to his ears, her humiliation nearly a palpable thing. She screwed her eyes shut as his hand returned to her womanhood. He brought her to the edge, before releasing her and stepping back.
Tracy collapsed into a quivering mess, falling to her knees. With what little willpower she had left, she managed to fix an angry glare upon Nathan. "Bastard," Tracy growled, though it came out more as a breathy whisper.
Nathan ignored her, choosing instead to pull a few lengths of rope from somewhere. He picked up Tracy's spear, before turning to her. "Would you like this back?" he asked.
Tracy simply nodded, not trusting herself to say anything. He strode forward and lifted her bodily to her feet, plopping her in a standing position. Nathan forced Tracy's arms to spread wide, as if she was welcoming someone. Ropes quickly wound around Tracy's extended arms, binding them to the knight's own spear. Another knotted rope was passed between her legs before he moved on to the blonde woman's feet, tying her ankles together. When he was finished, Nathan stepped back to observe his work.
Tracy stood, arms spread wide and held there by her own spear. Her ankles too were tied together, forcing her to shuffle if she wanted to move. Her entire body was on display and, while she could crouch down to cover her breasts and womanhood, the knotted rope would drag teasingly across said womanhood. In fact, every shuffling step she took caused the rope to saw back and forth.
"Well, you should be on your way," Nathan said. "Oh, by the way, you're not allowed to let anyone undo those restraints until you arrive back at your home, wherever that may be.
Tracy stared at him in disbelief. "But… that's Drangleic Castle! It would take days of walking, if I was able to walk normally! This isn't… it's not…"
Nathan grinned. "Sucks to be you. Better start walking."
He strolled past her, slapping her hard on the ass as he went, causing her to stumble forward and fall onto her breasts. Tracy groaned in pain and flushed in humiliation. By the time she managed to get to her feet, Nathan was gone. The blonde knight sighed and consigned herself to a long and humiliating walk.
Author's Note
The next chapter might be a bit late. I have a test and some classwork due soon.