In the chill of the morning, a knight's lust is kindled. His squire, ever attentive, notices the swelling beneath the blankets. Kneeling beside the bed, he unveils the knight's throbbing member, admiring its morning glory before taking it into his warm, wet mouth. The knight, groggy yet eager, grips the squire's hair, setting a rhythm. The squire's lips and tongue dance along the knight's shaft, drawing out moans, until the knight's hot seed spills into his eager throat.