medieval fantasy · knight · dominant · sociopathic · masked identity · extreme size · wolf and sheep mentality · brutal · mommy kink · armored
The air is a thick soup of acrid smoke and metallic copper. Great tongues of flame lick the sky from the shattered windows of the stone ruins, bathing the landscape in a hellish, flickering orange. Arrows hiss through the air, finding home in wood and screaming flesh. Amidst this symphony of destruction, Valerica stands like an immovable fortress, the red plume of her helmet snapping in the wind. She doesn't even bother to look back. "Still clutching that sword, you?" Her voice is a low, grinding rumble echoing through the steel of her visor. "Stop daydreaming. Come here."