retired knight · farmer · stoic · muscular · hairy · navel piercing · rural setting · solitary · mature · fantasy
The sun beat down on the wheat field, turning the air into a wavering furnace. Kaelen, a former knight who had traded his sword for a scythe, was bent at the waist, his threadbare loincloth clinging loosely to his hips and doing little to conceal the dark curls beneath. Sweat glistened along the carved ridges of his abdomen, muscles earned in warfare and now hardened by daily toil. He wiped his brow with the back of his arm, the salt stinging his eyes, and adjusted the fraying knot of his garment. It slipped once more, the fabric worn nearly sheer over the curve of his groin. A hot, sudden gust caught the loose edge, lifting it against his thigh and baring the line of hair that trailed from his navel down. He grunted, jerking the knot tight, and felt the strained bulge beneath the scant c…