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Very rarely in the Vanilla Kingdom was there a heatwave, and even less so one of this caliber. It was enough that most non-essential activities had halted, and any and all ice cream businesses were booming; as were most cold drink businesses. Anyone who decided to brave the heat was under shade, trying not to melt in the heat of the sun, and even fewer people dared to go out in the midday.
… Of course, not all activities could be halted, certainly not those done by the Knights of the Creme Republic, in any case. No, even in the sizzling heat, the Knights needed to practice and train. And train they did- While their current training area was shaded, but still outdoors, and had plenty of access to fluids and the like- It was still hot and everyone was dressed down instead of in their full plated armor. Some of the knights were even in states of *undress,* such as the ever-confident Ser Madeleine, the Knight commander, who had decided to grace the training grounds with his presence that day- And to even spar with some of his fellow knights, how lucky were they!
The man was sparring shirtless, which, while he wasn’t the only one, most people were certainly staring at him, because, for as pompous as he was, he was an attractive man. He was, truthfully, blessed by the Divines, as his position as Commander entailed and why he was chosen- But, that seemed to extend to physicality, as well. It was no secret that Madeleine loved his own body, and had no issue showing it off- Or sharing it around, if the rumors were true (They were, but not in the way one might think- Madeleine had several partners, both purely for pleasure and for romantic interest as well). Nevertheless, it was distracting, both to the people who had ventured out to watch Madeleine spar, and the other knights who were more focused on watching, rather than training.
Out of everyone in the Knights, Financier was most irritated by Madeleine’s appearance- Now, she respected Madeleine, despite the fact that she didn’t show it quite as much as she could, however. She was here to work, and to train. Not to ogle another Knight, and certainly not to stand around while he was shirtless, and dripped sweat, and- Absolutely not. She was here to spar. As she sipped water after finishing another match with a fellow Knight, She watched Madeleine laugh and talk with someone else, and quietly quipped, “How about you work, instead of boast skills you have not proven, Ser Madeleine.” She thought no one could hear her, however, Madeleine turned and raised a brow, smiling with his classic air of confidence.
“Ser Financier! If you so wish to battle, then why not just say so?” He asked, seemingly not offended by her words. Instead, he moved to the main ring, beckoning her over. He waited patiently for her to walk over, and grinned easily, taking up one of their dulled down practice swords- Nowhere near sharp enough to cut, at the most they’d bruise those who had bare skin exposed.
Financier was shocked that he so easily offered to spar, and was also just slightly humiliated that he’d heard her in the first place- She certainly hadn’t intended for him to. That being said, Financier, despite her calm and level-headed nature, was not one to back down from a challenge- Especially not when she now had something to prove. So, she stepped into the ring, taking up a sword of her own, and raised a brow. “What conditions do you have, Ser Madeleine?” She asked, not expecting him to actually have any; it was all a show of confidence, and a challenge by this point. If he wanted to boast, and to be so effortlessly confident, then he would need to prove that he deserved to be as confident as he was in his skills as a Knight. In truth, she had no doubt that Madeleine was a strong and skilled individual in battle. After all, he was the Commander for reasons unrelated to nepotism, and he was blessed by the Divines themselves, so there was some merit to his position. Even so, his inflated ego was something she’d like to knock down a peg- Or at least try to do so.
“Well, let’s see! How about a round of three, the winner at the end of that can choose a prize from the winner? I’m sure that we can come to an agreement, no matter who wins.” Madeleine raised a brow, openly inviting Financier to change or agree to the terms he had put forth. She seemed slightly surprised, eyes widening, but she agreed, nodding her head.
“That seems acceptable- Shall we begin then, Ser Madeleine?” She asked, a slight smirk crossing her face. Out of respect, she waited for his nod, before striking. She moved faster than he expected, it seemed- She’d definitely caught him off guard at first, but he quickly adapted to the way she fought. Even so, after a struggle, the first match of the three went to Financier, who knelt above Madeleine with a knee digging into his chest and her hair nearly hitting him in the face, even when mostly pulled back. Her sword was pointed at his throat, and she smirked at him a bit wider now, having beaten him. “Do you yield, Ser Madeleine?” She asked, an air of teasing to her voice.
“I do yield, Ser Financier- the first round goes to you, it seems!” Madeleine didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, as if he was glad to have lost. However, when he stood up, there was a competitive glint in his eye as he readied his blade again, waiting for her to do the same. He struck as soon as she nodded that she was ready, this time moving with pure determination to get her down to the ground of the training floor- Though, she still put up an incredible fight. It took him a long minute to get her down- But he did, securing the victory of the second round. He leaned over her, smirking and offering his hand to help her up when he stepped away. “The second round is mine then, Ser Financier! I suppose this last round will determine who wins the wager.” The details of this wager still remained undiscussed- Financier had no idea what Madeleine wanted from her- Perhaps a public apology? And, in the same thought, she had no idea what she’d even want from him- A week of silence, perhaps?
“I suppose it will, Ser Madeleine. Don’t expect to win easily- I will give my all, to make sure that you don’t best me again.” Her words were an empty threat, of sorts; she planned to give it her all, of course, but she was mainly trying to play into the dramatics that Madeleine so often favored. It got a reaction from the small crowd that gathered as well- When Madeleine fought, especially in such a state of casual dress, it was bound to draw a crowd; and, Financier was not so plain either, though she may have other opinions of herself. And, before the last round, she shrugged off her overshirt- Leaving her in just a tight tank top.
The final round of sparring was more intense than the previous two by tenfold- Both of them taking enjoyment in it by this point, as well as fighting hard to try and be the winner of the final round. At this point, the sparring match was more for fun than to really win the wager, but nevertheless, it was also a matter of pride. An easy win would be demeaning for both of them- Losing after giving it your all was far more admirable.
And give it their all they did, though, Financier eventually fell. Her back hit the ground, with the positions from the first round nearly mirrored- Though instead of having a knee on her chest, Madeleine’s legs were placed on either side of her chest, his sword in the ground beside her head, with him leaning over her. With how close he was to her, it made Financier flush a bit- Not that she would admit that to anyone but herself. She looked up at him, raising a brow from the expression on his face- He looked almost shocked, and a bit flustered himself, though she may have been reading into things at that point.
“I yield, Ser Madeleine.” She said, after he hadn’t gotten up yet, and that seemed to jar him out of his stupor. He quickly stood up, offering his hand once again, which she took and stood herself. She raised a brow at the way his focus suddenly seemed lacking, but she couldn’t guess what he was distracted by- For all she knew, he could have remembered he had a particularly aggravating business meeting in the coming days.
Madeleine, as a matter of fact, did not have an aggravating business meeting- Instead, he had been intensely distracted by the way Financier looked underneath him- Entranced, even, by the way she turned slightly red as he knelt over her, inches away from- Perhaps those were not the best thoughts to be having in a public place, surrounded by people who were apparently asking him questions while he was incredibly distracted! Madeleine did his best to catch up and answer them all, before politely excusing himself to go and seek out Financier, who was getting a drink of water, and thankfully alone- Perfect.
“Ser Financier!” He called out as he walked over, trying to moderate his tone just a touch- He was aiming to have a private conversation with the other Knight, and being as loud as he usually was would only encourage eavesdroppers to listen in; not that he particularly cared who knew his business, but for the sake of Financier and her privacy, he wanted to be considerate.
“Yes, Ser Madeleine?” She asked, raising a brow as she took another sip from her cup; Of course, she knew he’d be over soon to talk about the wager they had agreed on, and to discuss the terms of it- She just hadn’t expected him to be almost… Quiet? As he walked over to her. The whole situation was odd- She hadn’t seen Madeleine without his boisterous attitude nearly ever, so this was a change of pace that was curiosity-inducing at best, and downright concerning at worst.
“Oh, just Madeleine is fine, now- We’re out of the ring, of course, and not at battle currently!” He laughed, leaning back against the table as he watched her for a moment. When he finally decided on what to say (which didn’t take long at all, since he refused to overthink his words), he spoke, in an effort to be casual. “About the wager, I think I’ve decided what I’d like from you.” He didn’t give her time to question or comment, so she took a sip, which proved to be a mistake after his next sentence; “I’d like to spend the night with you, if you’re amenable. If not, I can surely find an alternative option!”
The casual nature of his request, and the nature of his request in general caused Financier to choke on her water and nearly spit it out. She took a moment to recover, coughing slightly, with wide eyes. He what? With her of all people? It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested- But, where had this come from?
“Madeleine, I- Do not confuse my surprise with disinterest. But where did this come from?” Financier asked, confused. She set her cup down, and looked to Madeleine. “If this is solely for the wager, then I decline. But, if this is out of a genuine interest, and you’re using the wager as an excuse, then.. I accept.” She raised a brow, smirking slightly. It was obvious that the latter was true- Madeleine grinned, and his cheeks turned pink.
“Well, if those are your terms- Then I cannot help but agree! The wager was a fun way to engage you, but I must admit, the interest is not simply to finish an agreement.” Madeleine admitted without even a hint of shame, and looked at her with an eager grin.
“So, Financier, what do you say? Shall we finish the wager?” He asked teasingly, winking at her.
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Madeleine’ quarters were private, and out of the way, so they decided that the two would go there. He tugged her along, though she kept up with him easily.
As the door opened and shut quickly, Madeleine spun her so she was against the door and pressed her against it with his own body, caging her in. He’d done this plenty of times before- With people broader and taller than her, as well. He looked down at her then, watching her intently. “How do you feel about this, dear Financier?” He asked, tone teasing.
“This is- You-” Financier was at a loss for words, slightly shocked. No one had ever managed to make her feel small before, yet here Madeleine was, pressing her to the door and looming over her like it was nothing- Which, to him, it seemed like it truly was nothing. “I what, Financier? You can use your words for me, can’t you?” He teased, hand coming up to touch her face. He pushed her hair back, watching her reaction- The way her eyes moved to track his arm, the way her cheeks turned redder and redder- It was a little bit intoxicating, how easy she was for him. Had she never done this before, or had she just been neglected for so long that this was all new to her? Had no one ever treated her as if she was the gorgeous thing she was, the desirable thing she was?
“You- Madeleine,” She nearly whined, voice soft and breathless. “Don’t tease me like this.” She leaned into his touch, breathing slightly heavily. It seemed as if she couldn’t catch her breath, even after Madeleine backed away and beckoned her to the bed.
She followed his lead, sitting on the bed and watching him as he began to disrobe- She didn’t quite begin to do so yet, until he looked at her and grinned. “Either you undress yourself, or I will undress you; whichever you prefer, Financier.” He winked, taking off his boots and sliding down his already tented breeches, revealing briefs that were visibly stretched by his erection.
Financier shivered slightly, a bit distracted by watching him, but she slowly stripped herself- Her tank top came off easily, as did her boots and breeches- But her chest wrappings and panties came off much slower, insecurity suddenly taking hold of her. Apparently, she had taken too long for Madeleine’s liking, because he came over, slowly leaning over her until her back hit the bed.
“I told you that I’d strip you if you didn’t strip yourself, yes? I did mean everything was to come off, Financier.” He teased, gently tugging at the edge of her wrappings. “If it would make you uncomfortable to take anything off, we don’t have to take them off. Is it okay for me to remove this?” He checked in with her, only beginning to unwrap her chest after she gave him a nod.
Madeleine had no idea what Financier had been so hesitant about- Her body was beautiful, just as he had assumed it would be. Her breasts were heavy, and as she laid back again they moved, and before Madeleine could stop himself he held them- They spilled over his fingers and palms, and he rolled her nipples between his fingers, hoping to draw noises out of her with each movement- Which, he succeeded in. Each increase in pressure, each new touch to her chest dragged a whine or a soft whimper out of her, though she tried her best to keep quiet- Which just wouldn’t do, in Madeleine’s opinion. So, he let her lay down fully on the bed and ran his hands down her stomach, hard and muscled as it was- It only made her all the more attractive. How had no one ever treated her this way before?
Madeleine hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, looking to her again for permission. When she nodded, he raised a brow, and shook his head. “Verbal confirmation, Financier. Use your words for me.”
“Please, take them off,” Financier asked, wincing at how needy she sounded when she spoke. However, it seemed to spur Madeleine on, as he grinned and nodded to her, tapping her hips to get her to lift them, and slid her panties down when she did. He froze for a moment- Gods, she was beautiful. She was dripping wet, her clit poking out from between her lips and looking too inviting to resist; so, he didn’t. He took her clit between two fingers, mimicking a stroking motion while he spoke entirely casually, expecting an answer.
“Are you alright with me giving you oral, Financier?” He asked, still touching her, and raising a brow with a smirk when she struggled to answer him. However, that smirk dropped and his cocky brow morphed into a look of incredulousness when she gave her answer.
“Yes, but- I’ve never had anyone.. Do that, before.”
What? No one had ever taken the time to take her apart like this? No one had forced her to shove their head away because they didn’t want to stop tasting her? That certainly wouldn’t do.
Madeleine frowned slightly, but shook his head, and the confident smile came back. “Then allow me to be the first! I promise, you’ll enjoy this- But if you don’t, simply tell me and we’ll stop and move on,” He assured her, creeping down the bed to come up close and personal with her cunt. Before he started, he looked up, and winked. “Oh, and so you can feel as helpless as you want from pleasure- Tell me ‘pink” if you want me to stop. That way you can whine any words you like, and I’ll know you’re alright.” He knew he likely didn’t need to describe the methods of a safeword to her, but just in case, he wanted to make sure she was aware. He waited until he got a verbal confirmation, then nodded to her and leaned in, licking a hot stripe from her hole to her clit, then sucking on it. When she moaned loudly, he pulled back and grinned, letting a line of spit drip down onto her clit and down to her hole, where he used it to slip a finger into her, then two when he felt she could take it. He relished in her moans, and the way that she clenched around him every time he sucked at her clit, and couldn’t help but grind his cock against the bed as he continued to eat her out.
Financier’s first orgasm came slowly- But the second, third, and fourth came fairly quickly. By the time she was on her sixth, maybe seventh orgasm, her cunt was soft and pliable, and Madeleine could fit a fourth finger into her if he so chose, which he did- He knew that his cock wasn’t small, and that she had obviously not done this recently, so he wanted to make sure she was fully prepared when she finally took his cock- The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pain when he entered her.
By the time her sixth orgasm had come on, Financier had gone slightly mindless, gasping out Madeleine’s name and shaking, her thighs unable to keep still by that point. Her back arched once, twice more, and she slumped against the bed, weakly calling out “Please,” which got Madeleine to look up. It wasn’t a safeword, but the tone she said it caused him some concern. He raised up on his elbows to look at her, and she weakly smiled.
“It’s too sensitive, please, let me have a break,” She said with a soft laugh. “Can I- Could I pleasure you, for a bit? I feel guilty, you’ve not had any stimulation while I’ve been losing my mind.”
Madeleine chuckled, cheeks reddening- He didn’t know how to say that his cock had been absolutely dripping while he tasted her, and there was a small puddle on the sheets already. Instead, he slid back, kneeling, and letting the vision of him speak for itself. He let her watch, for a moment, and then smirked and asked her to lay back again. When she complied, he decided to mimic the position they had found themselves in earlier- His knees on either side of her chest, his cock inches away from her face. He grinned down at her, letting her take her time to adjust to the position and let her take her time to decide what to do with it, too. He was a bit surprised, though, when she eagerly took his cock into her mouth- though he certainly wasn’t complaining, and he let his head fall back with a low, quiet moan.
“Oh, by the Divines- You’re so good at this, good girl..” He muttered, not thinking before he spoke- Though he certainly noticed the way she jolted at the praise, and filed the information away for later. He fed his cock into her mouth slowly, making sure she didn’t choke, and was gentle with her. He brushed her hair back, but when Financier’s tongue hit a particularly sensitive place, his hips jerked and he couldn’t help but thrust into her mouth. She took it almost easily, and that gave him the confidence to do so again, with purpose this time, and she still took it. He then thrusted into her mouth slowly, gasping and muttering almost inaudible praises to her.
Financier took his cock into her throat as deep as she could, breathing slowly through her nose and sucking at him the best she could, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. Her eyes shut, focusing on making him feel as good as possible- Though they opened suddenly when he pulled out of her mouth, to which he sheepishly grinned. “I couldn’t take another moment without spilling in your mouth, my apologies.” Madeleine reassured her, trying to dissuade her insecurities that she’d done a poor job at pleasing him, or that she was inadequate- Neither of which were true. Madeleine had simply gotten worked up to the point that if he didn’t fuck her right this minute, he would spill or lose his goddamn mind.
Financier looked briefly relieved that she wasn’t doing an awful job, but any relief on her face quickly turned to surprise when Madeleine easily pulled her body towards his, rubbing the head of his cock against her cunt, catching on her hardened clit. It drew a gasp from her, and she raised up on her elbows to watch where they were nearly joined, still in a bit of shock from the way Madeleine could nearly throw her around without any trouble at all; an impossible feat by most, and a hard feat to nearly anyone who could. Not to mention, she was still a bit wobbly from her previous round of orgasms- All combining to cause her to simply stare at Madeleine where he was about to penetrate her.
When Madeleine caught what Financier was staring at, he couldn’t help but smirk, confidence filling him- Well, more than he already had in him, which was a considerable amount. The stone-faced Ser Financier was about to be speared on his cock and was staring at him like he was about to put the moon in the sky for her. What a headrush that was, to have someone as esteemed as her looking at him in that manner- And, how pretty she looked, under him like this. Up on her elbows, hair messy and down her back, flushed down to her chest and even the planes of her stomach, sweat shining on her- Madeleine knew this wouldn’t be the only time they did this, if she was amenable; He just had to worship her again. She was too gorgeous not to do this again, and then again and again.
“Do you like what you see, Financier?” He teased, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit more deliberately this time, before letting it catch on her hole, but not entering her yet. He continued to tease her, until she whined, looking up at him with what could only be described as a pout.
“Madeleine, stop teasing. Just put it in already, please.”
Well, that would do it, wouldn’t it. Madeleine’s cock noticeably twitched at the begging- Causing Financier to laugh slightly, before it turned into a gasping moan when he finally slid home inside of her, perhaps moving a bit too quickly and causing her to wince, which gave him pause. He checked on her at that point, stopping his movements to lean forward slightly and kiss her forehead tenderly, which, while it may have seemed a bit odd, it was soothing to Financier who breathed out slowly.
“I apologize, Madeleine- It’s been.. Quite the while since I’ve done this, and even after you paid so much attention to me, it’s still a bit of a tight fit,” She chuckled, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, taking a pause from their intense and teasing attitude to show both her appreciation for his concern, but also just to show affection to him.
In the time they took to kiss sweetly, Financier had calmed down, and Madeleine was able to move a little deeper. This time, her gasp was of pleasure, not of pain. He felt good dragging inside her, and felt even better when he began to speed up his thrusts- Low moans escaping him with each thrust, and all the while he muttered filthy things into her ear- How good she felt around him, how gorgeous she looked underneath him, how badly he wanted to pump her full of his seed. His words drove Financier closer and closer to the edge, the constant stream of praise and dirty talk being nearly overwhelming for Financier, who wasn’t used to this amount of attention, much less focus on her, and it felt good. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last, and she told him as such through gasps and moans.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last either, Financier- You simply feel too good for me to last inside of you,” He sped up his thrusts slightly, groaning under his breath and raising up on one arm so he could reach a hand down between them, dragging his fingers first over where they were joined, then to rub at her clit at a fast pace, only bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening, the way she spasmed around him the closer she got- And it was only pushing him closer, as well.
It didn’t take much more than that- Only a dozen more thrusts at most, and Madeleine gave one last thrust into her with a growl of her name, cumming inside of her. The rush of his cum inside of her pushed Financier over the edge as well- A sharp cry of his name leaving her mouth as she tensed, then went limp and pliant underneath Madeleine, who was still holding himself up above her.
Madeleine had the good grace to wait until she’d stopped shaking to pull out, though he couldn’t help but watch the way his cum dripped out of her with a small grin of satisfaction- He’d done that. He had filled Financier to the brim and then some, and now it was leaking out of her while she lay in his bed, chest heaving from having the living daylights railed out of her. And she had certainly enjoyed it, too, from the looks (and sounds) of things. But, nevertheless, the fun was over- Well, the main part of it. Madeleine enjoyed aftercare just as much as he did the actual act of intimacy, and he was more than happy to take a washcloth to her body and clean her up, though he quickly stopped her protests that she could take care of it, even gently pushing her back to the bed with a single hand splayed across her chest. It wasn’t forceful, or anything of the sort- Just a gentle reminder that she was being taken care of in this instance.
It took a moment for Financier to really accept that Madeleine was just going to clean her up and provide care for her after all this, but when she relaxed into the bed, he gave her the brightest grin and a genuine “Good girl!” that made the slight mortification worth it. She waited until he finally settled beside her before she rolled over, quietly and nervously asking if she could lay on his chest for a moment- To which he readily agreed. He laid on his back, pushing some of her hair out of the way while she laid on his chest, and began to ask if he was okay- Did she do alright, did he need anything more, did she accidentally hurt him at all- Typical questions she’d ask anyone, but after the care he gave her, she felt it all the more vital to ask them and make sure she returned some aspect of the care he gave.
“Financier, please- I’m alright! Your concern is appreciated, but truth be told, I had a great deal of fun and pleasure with you. Enough so that I’d like to do this again, as many times and as often as our schedules would allow- And I’m sure I know a few other people who would like to join in on seeing your lovely body as well.” Madeleine said this casually, but he was entirely serious. He knew of a few people who would love to touch her body the way he had, take pleasure from her and give it to her- He was already imagining the things the two of them and a certain prince could get up to on his next visit to the kingdom, if Madeleine could steal Financier from her guard duties for a night or two- Or longer, if he could manage it. God, the things he wanted to see her do, the things he wanted to do to her. With and without others involved.
“I could be amenable to that- Both to you, and to others, since I’m aware of your.. Reputation.” She laughed softly, shaking her head slightly. The word “reputation” was only used to tease- She had no issues with Madeleine, or his multiple relationships. Obviously, she wouldn’t have agreed if she did. And, if this were to continue, she wouldn’t be opposed to meeting and being with some of his other partners as well.
“I’m quite glad to hear it!” Madeleine laughed, his entire chest shaking as he did so. He wrapped an arm around her, laying back a bit and running his hand through her hair as she relaxed onto him. He gently tugged her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest. “As am I, Madeleine, as am I.” She chuckled, resting against him and settling in.
“Rest now, Financier. We’ll have plenty more time to.. Discuss things.” Madeleine murmured, kissing the top of her head.
“As you wish, Madeleine.”