In the heart of a medieval realm, a knight named Ernesti lay on a bed, his silver hair cascading over the rumpled bed sheet. His bare shoulders, adorned with short sleeves and a shoulder cutout, revealed his muscular physique. The clothing, with a strategic cutout near his navel, hinted at his deep skin, toned abs, and the glint of his belt buckle. His blue eyes, with symbol-shaped pupils, were wide as he stared, his heart hands lying on his chest, blushing slightly. His penis was covered by fingerless gloves, a peculiar sight for a knight, but somehow fitting for this magical realm. As he lied there, tongue out, saliva trickling down, he spread his anus, revealing its huge, gapping expanse. On his thighs, the black leather of his gloves contrasted with the plumpness of his gluteal folds. His heart pounded, his nipples hardened, and his silver hair shimmered in the moonlight, a testament to his magical prowess.