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Tippy the Knight
An Erotic Short Story
By Julie Mannino
Copyright Ⓒ 2022 by Julie Mannino
Published 2022
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This book contains explicit material including non-con, bondage, and bdsm. It is for mature readers only.
In Camaday, a series of books called Tippy the Knight became popular in the late thirteenth century. They were about the many adventures of a clumsy Knight who could barely do anything without having an accident of some sort. In the end, he always defeated his enemies and saved the Princess. That was good because the Princess was kidnapped quite a bit.
In modern times, they’re still sold and widely enjoyed. Very few people know of the original Tippy the Knight stories. They certainly weren’t meant for children. They managed to survive through the centuries, and here is one of those stories.
When a man’s wife is kidnapped either by outlaws or dragons, most men want them back. Tippy was no exception.
The trip was long, but he knew where his wife, Etinni, was being held. On the border of the kingdom to the north lay an old forgotten tower on a bit of land that rose from the lake. Raised ground had made a natural bridge to the tower itself. With a dragon guarding it, Etinni had no hope of escaping. Tippy knew of it from earlier travels, and since the surrounding area was abandoned. It was the perfect place for a dragon to hide a woman or anything he stole.
The prospect of waiting two more days grated on Tippy’s nerves as he barked at his men-at-arms to get ready, so they could continue. Of course, he had to get this done, but it was such a long trip. If only things had gone differently.
The men were tired, but they didn’t complain as they broke down the encampment they’d slept in overnight and readied themselves to go. Tippy was also worn out, but he’d crawl on his hands and knees over broken glass if it meant getting to his wife.
As they traveled, a few other scouts found their way back and joined the group. They had been sent to check the area to ensure there wouldn’t be trouble from anyone or anything else. The last thing Tippy and his men needed was to have to deal with a random pack of outlaws.
The closer they got, the more time seemed to drag for Tippy. They found a good spot to camp when they were about three hours away from the lake. They took turns keeping a watch. One never knows if something besides a dragon might be near, but the night was uneventful.
After he awoke in the morning and readied himself, Tippy set off alone. The men stayed behind and knew what to do. He rode off on his horse with a tight stomach. The end was so close. Tirney the dragon couldn’t breathe fire, but such creatures aren’t easy to fight. Tippy’s villages did well, and he was smart with his money, so he had a fine set of armor and a good sword. Such things don’t guarantee victory.
Tippy drew near the edge of the forest after three hours. Weeds and grass stretched out before him and gave way to sand, rocks, and the lake itself. The surface gently rippled in the breeze, and he could make out the mountains in the distance. The strip of land was clogged with weeds, pebbles, and more rocks. The tower looked old, and he had no idea who the original owner was.
Beyond the tower, the dragon soared.
Tippy tethered his horse to the tree and slowly stepped toward the strip of land. Now that he was in the open, he knew the dragon’s keen eyesight would catch the movement. Tirney flapped his great wings and tilted to alter his course, making his dark green scales shine in the sunlight.
Tippy shifted his shield and gripped his sword as he continued walking toward the land bridge. Tirney flew over the tower and glided down. He was a magnificent creature, and three times the height of a man with a wingspan double that. He landed on the bridge and spread his grey-green wings with an enormous roar, revealing teeth that could possibly even puncture Tippy’s armor, not that he wanted to find out.
Behind the dragon, Tippy spotted movement in the window and a flash of gold. Etinni. She was watching.
“Was it worth it?” he shouted, spreading his arms in a mockery of the dragon’s wings. “Was having her for a few days worth your life? Scum!”
Tirney lowered his head with a savage growl and shifted his stance. Dragons always threatened and tried to make themselves look big before actually fighting. Tippy certainly wasn’t going to wet himself and run for the hills.
Tippy growled right back, although it sounded pitiful compared to Tirney who puffed his chest out and made a strange sound, almost like he was laughing. He snarled again and pawed at the ground like a horse ready to charge. Tippy lunged forward as if to attack, and threateningly waved his sword. Tirney didn’t flinch but stepped forward a few feet while waving his wings. The claws at the top of the arches glinted, and the leathery skin stretched.
Tippy didn’t want to do this, but a lot of things had happened in the past years, and many of them he hadn't wanted at all.
Tirney drew his lips back and growled deep in his throat. It steadily increased into a roar that reverberated in Tippy’s bones. He bared his teeth in a poor imitation and took a few more steps, showing that he wouldn’t give up.
Nobody had backed down, and the invisible line had now been crossed. Tirney charged forward, and Tippy rushed to meet him with his sword raised. Teeth snapped close to his left side as he jumped to the right and swung for the dragon’s neck. He reared back just in time and swiped one of his wings at Tippy.
It was like being slammed with a wall of leather, and for a moment, he was airborne. The surface of the lake rushed toward him, and he landed with a splash. Swimming with his armor would be incredibly difficult. He dropped his shield and kept a grip on his sword as he struggled to kick, unsure if he could even make it to shore. His head broke the surface, and he quickly looked to see where the dragon was.
Tirney wasn’t content to see his opponent sink and die. That was far too easy and a cowardly way to fight. He took to the air once more and dived into the lake with an enormous splash that blinded Tippy for a moment. Blinking water from his eyes, he saw the dark shape coming up toward him. He had no way to move fast enough.
Tirney rose, bringing Tippy up out of the water. Water poured from his armor and made the scales shiny. Tirney roared as he flapped his wings, sending droplets everywhere, and took off into the air once more.
Tippy remained on his stomach as he gripped onto the dragon’s scales and tried to dig his toes in. The wet wings sprayed water as the dragon picked up speed and started to swoop around the tower.
Tippy couldn’t even spare a glance at the windows for a glimpse of his wife. He clung on for dear life as the dragon went around once more and tilted, trying to tip his rider off. Seeing that wasn’t working, the dragon flew over the lake, tucked his wings close, and they dropped into the water like a stone.
Tippy sucked in a breath before the water closed over his head. The force nearly ripped him away from the dragon, but he managed to hang on. To live through such a trick, a human only had to hold his breath for longer than a dragon.
The trouble was that the dragon would always win at that game.
Dark water swirled around them as Tirney dove down. Tippy caught a glimpse of movement to the side. No doubt, at least a couple of mermaids were swimming nearby, curious about things. Tippy didn't have time to think about them. Tirney leveled out in the water and kicked his arms and legs as Tippy gripped the scales and started to pull himself forward.
He gripped the crest on the dragon’s head, and brought his sword toward its neck, although the water slowed his movements. Something flashed much closer as a few mermaids approached, watching with their luminous eyes.
One good cut was all that was needed.
Tirney broke the surface with a roar and spread his wings. Tippy held on for dear life and gasped for air. Red gleamed on the dragon’s neck while it flailed and tried to make for the shore as if that would save him. Tippy desperately clung on, half-blinded by the water spraying everywhere. Crimson drifted into the lake, and the dragon found his footing as it scrambled for the beach. He made it up, but his movements were already weakening. With a final roar that shook the trees, he collapsed, throwing up sand and pebbles.
Tippy gasped and let himself slide off, only now realizing how much his arms burned from his efforts of holding on. He landed on his knees and just missed the red puddle soaking into the sand. Tirney lay still, and Tippy turned to see a head rise from the water. A mermaid watched him with her glowing green eyes as her hair languidly floated around her. She let out a faint sound like a moan of grief at the death of a fellow creature before she turned and disappeared into the water.
Tippy pulled out a soaked cloth from his left greave to wipe his sword off. With the battle accomplished, he had two more things to do.
He undid the straps on his armor, and let it drop piece by piece. His padded jacket and pants followed. Glad to be free of the weight, he hurried toward the land bridge and raced across it, ignoring the tiredness in his limbs.
The stairs went around and around for what felt like ages. Tippy ignored the burn in his legs as he darted up them with one goal i
“Tippy!” shouted a voice within.
Something cracked near the handle, and he was able to wrench it open. Inside, his wife stood, her gold hair gleaming as it hung down. She clearly hadn’t combed lately, and her fine silk dress had seen better days. It wasn’t like Tirney had her pack her things before taking her. None of that mattered now. Tippy marched across the room as her blue eyes filled with tears, and she spread her arms.
“I thought you would drown!” she wailed.
His lips found hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know he was-”
“He betrayed me,” said Tippy. “He means nothing to me.”
“But-”
“He was already dead to me before. I have you, and that’s all I care about. He didn’t hurt you?”
“No.”
The room didn’t have much. A bed lay on one side, and an old, half-collapsed shelf across the room held a few books that would probably fall apart if he tried to pick them up. Another shelf that was in better condition stood by the bed. A few trinkets, probably collected by the dragon at some point, sat on it, including a chipped vase, and a bottle of oil.
Tippy couldn’t wait, and he reached for the sash around his wife’s dress to rip it off.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, throwing the sash on the floor. “Now. I need you.”
“Really?”
“After a fight, a man needs to release a different kind of tension.”
She started loosening the laces at the top of her bodice as she backed up. “Or what, my lord?”
“Or I’ll take my belt and beat your ass.”
She smiled, and her eyes said what she wanted. He had seen that look many times in the past years. “Maybe I’d like that.”
“Do you want to ride back with a sore ass?” he asked.
She scrunched her eyebrows. “Hmm. No. I wouldn’t enjoy that.”
“I thought not,” he said. “Don’t worry, I plan on many things for you soon.”
The blue jewel on a thin chain around Etinne’s neck caught the light from the window, making its quick flash appear brighter. The change barely took two seconds, and Etinne’s formerly feminine physique changed.
“I think you’d prefer this,” he said. The bodice parted enough to reveal his flat chest.
“Well, I can’t say your breasts are bad to look at.”
“But I know you like this a little better,” he purred. “Aren’t you lucky, getting the best of both worlds as you please?”
He did, but they’d been trying for a child. It had been five years, and he’d married her partly for that alone, but he didn’t care anymore.
“None of your men are going to come rushing up here, are they?” Etinne asked. “I’d rather we not be disturbed.”
“No,” said Tippy. “I left them behind and said this was my fight. They’ll wait.”
Etinne stripped the dress off and stood naked, already growing hard. Tippy shoved him backward on the bed before trying to remove his own shirt and trousers. The fact that they were wet certainly didn’t help. Etinne laughed when Tippy almost fell over while attempting to extricate a leg.
The gender shifter wouldn’t be laughing after a bit.
Etinne’s eyes were hazy with lust as he reached for Tippy when he crawled onto the bed. He seemed intent on kissing the knight, but Tippy roughly flipped him over.
“Eager, aren’t you?” asked Etinne. “I love it when you're like this. Desperate and ready to fuck.”
Tippy pinned his arms behind his back. “Every night, I’ve thought about you on my cock. You were the only one to love me and be honest, and I don’t want anyone else again as long as I live.” Etinne started to say something, but Tippy pushed his face into the bedding. “Silence or I’ll whip you.”
He was tempted to do it anyway to relieve some of his anger. In fact, he would. Etinne would love it. Tippy was tempted to do many painful things to his spouse, and see how far he could go before Etinne begged for mercy. Except there would be none.
Tippy reached for the oil on the shelf and rubbed some onto his cock before oiling a finger and roughly slipping it inside of Etinne.
“Ow, be careful back there.”
“Shut up,” snapped Tippy. “I just killed a dragon. What did you expect? I’m not in a gentle mood right now. If I hear another word from you, I’ll tie you up in that position you hate.”
Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, and Tippy could easily tie Etinne in the strappado position. Except this time, his spouse's feet wouldn’t be on the floor. Tippy could let him hang, watch him beg and struggle in agony, and still make good use of his ass. Etinne liked pain, but he had his limits.
Etinne knew Tippy would punish him if he spoke again, although he likely didn’t guess how things would go. He probably figured it would be the usual stuff and had no idea how far Tippy had been pushed. He kept his mouth shut, but a small, strained noise escaped him after Tippy thrusted himself in after very little stretching.
“Not a sound,” snarled Tippy, smacking Etinne’s thigh hard enough to leave a handprint.
He fucked the shifter hard, caring only for his own pleasure, although Etinne started wiggling under him after a few minutes. His erection had to be rubbing on the bed, and he might finish. Hopefully not. Tippy pounded Etinne, intent on filling him with cum, hearing the quickened breath.
Etinne wisely stayed silent and took every thrust while Tippy kept his wrists pinned behind his back and fisted his hair. It had to hurt his scalp, but the threat lingered.
“I dare you to make a sound,” snapped Tippy. “Do it, and you won’t sit for a week. I’ll show off your bruised ass to the men too.”
Not a sound escaped Etinne. Such public humiliation wouldn’t be something he enjoyed, although if ordered, he’d have no choice because the consequences would be severe. Tippy felt his balls tighten as he neared his release. He tightened his grip on Etinne’s wrists so much that they’d surely be bruised, but he didn’t care.
He spurted deep into Etinne’s ass and jerked as the orgasm wiped away all thought for a moment. Every bad thing was gone from his memory for a few moments. He knew Etinne hadn’t cum, and the thought filled him with savage pleasure. Let him suffer.
“Don’t move.” He withdrew from Etinne, who remained still on the bed even though his own cock had to be aching with want. Tippy took his time as he washed at a bucket in the corner. Once he was finished, he took his belt from his trousers and snapped it. Etinne shifted slightly, clearly expecting to feel its sting. His excitement could almost be touched.
“Get into position,” ordered Tippy. “If I hear a sound out of you or if you move, I’ll start over.”
He often didn’t say how many lashes his partner would take. In bed, Etinne was like a slave, and he’d take whatever decided. He had no say in the matter, and that’s how they had both always liked it.
He figured fifty would do it. Etinne braced his knees, parted them, and kept his upper body down on the bed as he gripped the blanket. The tip of his cock glistened with precum. Tippy didn’t warm him up as usual but started right in on the lashes, intending to cause intense pain. The leather made a satisfying crack against Etinne’s ass as it struck again and again. Red streaks appeared on the flesh until nearly every inch was red.
Etinne, who knew worse pain would follow if he dared to move or speak, kept his face pressed into the bedding and clutched the blanket. He probably wondered why there hadn’t been a warm-up. Then again, his ass was probably on fire and didn't leave much room for thought now.
Tippy swung the belt down and again and didn’t care when it curved around Etinne’s hip more than once. That was particularly painful, but the only sound heard in the tower room was the belt cracking against bare skin, and Tippy’s faintly labored breathing. Etinne’s firm ass was thoroughly red now, and his knuckles had turned white from the strength of this grip. His swollen cock swung a bit as each blow jolted his body slightly.
