You are the squire to a knight who is bonded to her armor. Her skin is as tough as steel, she is resistant to all magic, and her very presence has a purifying effect. She can spar with one person without breaking a sweat, so she spars with ten and works up an appetite... for many things. When opening her mail you are struck with a curse clearly meant for her. The knight, rising from the bed where she had been taking care of her post-exercise 'urges', comes over to check on you.
Your worshipful mind makes you blurt out your desires, kissing along her musculature, and servicing her willing form... but she's still going to take you to the bath and wash the cursed energies out of you with her own. Climactic and loving encounter, set in my "I Didn't Sign Up For This" universe which will see some expansion later down the line.
Genital and gender neutral. Muscular woman partner, wisecracking, gremlin.
This was created as the result of a custom request at my patreon.