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You were precious royalty, brought up to exude elegance, artistry, and wit. You were defiant, sharp tongued, and far too much trouble for your mother and father. You adored your luxurious lifestyle, the softness in your voice and hands, and the leisure that came with it.
Mikasa was brought up and trained to be a deadly weapon, to spot danger at the drop of a hat, and to defend you with her life. She was completely devoted to you and your safety. It was rare to be assigned such high level security at such a young age, and you hardly expected someone like her to be entrusted with your well being. She would do whatever it took to protect you.
Mikasa was oddly beautiful, especially for a knight. You had always seen her as otherworldly—her sharp movements as she practiced her swordsmanship entranced you. She had lips as pink and delicate as a blooming rose. You found yourself picking those from your garden the most.
You often wondered if there was ever any objection to her being your personal guard. You knew that your father hardly trusted anyone, especially any man, to protect his dear princess. He was lucky you adored Mikasa, and you were grateful to have an eternal companion. There was nothing wrong with having a pretty face by your side at all times.
Mikasa knew the weight of her role, and she never expected to fall in love. There was something so romantic and touching about being so close to you, knowing each other so deeply, learning everything about you and how you ticked. She saw through your lies, aided you in every way she could.
She'd give her life for you. That was the only reason she was guiding you through the forest that night, when you wanted to sneak out of the palace on foot.
Her natural instincts were to sound the alarm, notify the rest of the guard, and bring you safely back inside the castle's walls, however, you were headstrong —-and Mikasa knew that there was no stopping you.
You had told her simply, meeting her stormy gray eyes and your jaw set with determination, that she could come with you or leave.
Mikasa couldn't bear to abandon you, and you knew that. Her pretty face was pinched in distress and her chainmail glinted in the moonlight.
"Of course, your highness." She set her jaw and followed you beyond the walls of the palace.
Your desires were nonsensical. You were restless, and bratty. She was sure you would tire out soon enough, and she would have you back in your chambers before dawn.
"I should have brought my horse," you mumbled.
"Perhaps," Mikasa replied, her cape sweeping the forest floor and billowing behind her in the light night breeze. "But you would not have fetched her without waking many others."
"Perhaps," you said humorlessly. You frowned and trudged on, unsure of where you meant to go—-but you didn't want her to know that.
"What caused this sudden restlessness, my lady?" Mikasa asked, eyeing you as the moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, highlighting your features. The sight of you made her throat tighten and her heart ache.
"There is nothing for me at home," you muttered.
"Nothing?" Mikasa echoed. "You intend to hurt me, princess?"
"Of course not," you said defiantly. "I would never speak ill of you, dear knight."
"Unfathomable," she chuckled.
The forest was dark and shadowy, and although your stride was purposeful, you could barely keep up with Mikasa. Despite being further away from the palace as you walked on, her expression seemed more relaxed and at ease. She was amused with your sudden shyness, the hesitation in your every step.
You walked for what felt like hours, though you weren't sure how long it really had been. It was impossibly dark, shadows cast along every nook and cranny, sending a chill down your spine. You would glance at your brave companion, and she would give you an amused smile, and draw closer.
"And now, princess?" Mikasa said, challenging you. You had arrived at a small clearing where moonlight shone over the tall grass, idyllic and peaceful.
Your cheeks burned and you struggled to answer under her gaze.
"We must... rest. We make camp." You hadn't packed a thing.
"We?" Mikasa's eyes glinted as she spoke, her tone mocking, and you felt shame shoot between your legs.
"I-if you must require my assistance, then I—-"
"Of course not," Mikasa said indignantly. "Though we'd be foolish to make camp anywhere near here."
"I see," you sniffed.
Mikasa's mouth twitched as she shed her cloak in one swift movement, the great red thing shrouding you in her scent.
"We're near town, and your people have not seen you since you were a girl. If you are good, I am sure we will have a peaceful night. Come." She stuffed your luscious hair under the hood and trudged on, towards a worn path by the clearing, and you followed her.
….
If Mikasa's intentions were to scare you, you would not admit that she may have succeeded. The nearest inn was overflowing with weary travellers and drunken patrons, bathed in the glow of a roaring fire in the middle of the chaos.
You barely knew how to conduct yourself—you were grateful that your nightgown was simple and well hidden under the scarlet cloak, though her armor shined in the dim light, attracting attention still.
You held your breath, unconsciously, as you moved against more bodies than you had ever seen crammed into the small space, trailing behind Mikasa as she gripped your hand in a clenched fist.
"Knight Mikasa!" The innkeeper recognized her instantly. "A drink, your usual?"
"Not tonight, Gunther," Mikasa said dismissively, waving to another familiar face from across the way. "I am only in need of a room, and a bath."
"Of course. And your companion?" He jerked his head towards you, as you cowered behind her.
"My apprentice," Mikasa said quickly. "She has much to learn. We have little time to waste, sir."
"Aye, aye. Second floor, your typical quarters." Gunther nodded and shooed her away as another group of adventurers came through the heavy wooden doors.
Mikasa dragged you across the way, her boots heavy, and you avoided the gaze of others, your expression betraying innocence, your beauty entrancing. She gripped her sword at its hilt, as if daring your audience to do more than stare.
As you both went up the winding steps, Mikasa wondered if she had made the right decision by bringing you here—under so many prying eyes, so many ill-mannered and ill-intentioned heathens… She could not give up on you now, or any moment going forward. Perhaps she needed that drink after all.
The quarters were small and humble, just as the rest of the inn. The window was modest, without any covers, moonlight filtering into the room, and the side table bore a single candle, and beside it, a single bed.
Your throat tightened at the thought of sharing such a small space with Mikasa, but she was quick to dismiss that thought.
"I will not sleep," she said, as if she read your mind. "I would not—could not rest in this place, and put your highness in such a vulnerable position."
"Of course," you murmured.
You heard soft creaks and hushed whispers coming from the other rooms, the muffled voices of the crowd from the floor below. It was strange—though the palace often had loud parties and balls, it was not restless in this way, with walls so thin and patrons so lively.
"Some rest will do you good," Mikasa's smooth voice interrupted your thoughts. "We need to speak once you have your wits about you."
"Speak?" You repeated. You strode to the nearest chaise, a crude thing in comparison to your own furniture.
Her expression softened, and her hand reached automatically for yours. She caressed the back of it, stroking it with her thumb as she gazed into your eyes, cautious and steady.
"This was not what you expected," she said, amused, kneeling before you.
"Perhaps not," you said, trying to remain composed.
Her lashes were dark and thick and she gazed at you beneath them.
"Are you still set on becoming an ordinary woman?"
"I do not know," you said guiltily, blushing in the dark. "Perhaps the decision was.. hasty.. Although I do not see the humor in it, Mikasa."
Her heart contracted when you spoke her name—-it happened so rarely, with the separation of your roles, the obligation to formality. She nearly spoke, but there was a light knock on the door that interrupted her. The sudden noise made you jump.
A basin of hot water had been brought to the room.
….
Once Mikasa had shed her armor, her chest plate, her wraps, and all her knightly things, you were surprised to see her in a simple shift, and watched as she tucked her raven hair behind her ear. Your heart raced and your breath hitched—you'd never seen her like this, as anything but your loyal guard. She was beautiful, and womanly.
Your cheeks warmed as she caught you staring.
"Are you well, princess?" Mikasa arched an eyebrow. "Of course, I should have known. You hardly ever dress or undress yourself, isn't that right?"
"I—suppose so," you said, flustered. You hadn't thought of that.
"So delicate," Mikasa tutted. "You are greatly unprepared, if this new life is truly what you want."
She stood before you expectantly and you turned your back to your dear knight, blushing as she began to undo the laces of your dress.
"Your ladies do not usually wake you until midday," she said. "If we return you to the palace before then, tonight will have no consequence and us neither shall face the king's wrath."
Her fingers were cold and nimble, barely grazing your skin, and you shivered. She worked quickly, expertly, for the knots were simple, and you were glad you were not in your typical, multi-layered court attire.
"You are right," you said softly. "I am ashamed."
"Do not be. It is all you know, as I do with my sword, and my steed." She stopped at your undergarments, your figure barely obscured under the thin fabric. "Do you require help through this all, your highness?"
"I... yes." You were dizzy from her touch, eyelids fluttering.
You did. You had never been alone, done anything alone, in your life. If your ladies-in-waiting weren't assisting you, Mikasa was by your side. It was only natural.
She stripped you down completely, gently, handling you as if you were to break at any moment. She held your wrists and eased you into the small basin.
Mikasa did her best to avoid ogling you. Your breasts peeked over the water, your soft nipples occasionally poked through the murky liquid. She nearly drooled.
She set herself on wiping the dirt on your chin away, and untangling your hair. There would not be enough water for herself, but she would make do—you were her only priority in that moment. Something stirred inside her, plucked at her heart strings, and even with all her self control and might, Mikasa still stared.
She washed your hair, bathed you, with slow, careful movements.
She looked so beautiful in this low light, she was so close to you. She was surprisingly tender– a woman you'd only seen with a rock hard exterior, hiding behind her armor, stoic and solemn as ever, but here, you could only stare at her lips.
You shivered as her fingers grazed your spine, and she pulled away immediately.
"I apologize—"
"Nonsense," you said, voice wavering.
There was a tense moment between you, a beat of uncertainty that hung in the air, unspoken longing.
….
You lay still in bed, listening to the soft sounds of the tavern, and your own breathing. Mikasa seemed impossibly quiet as she sat in the dark room with you, facing the door. You had brought no fresh clothes, wrapped in an extra blanket originally intended for her.
Your eyes were droopy, and exhaustion racked your body. Still, you couldn't sleep. You didn't know how to in this chaos, and most of all, with your knight only a few paces away.
You didn't understand why she came with you instead of turning you in, or why she had been acting so strangely all night. Maybe it was you that were strange, heart all aflutter and thoughts tangled. Your legs rubbed together and your stomach tossed again. You ached for her.
"Mikasa," the name slipped from your mouth quicker than your mind could comprehend—quick and urgent, in a half whisper that nearly sounded like a moan.
There was a deafening pause and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation.
"Yes?" She replied in a tentative, low voice. She had never heard you say her name with such passion—no, you didn't mean it that way. It couldn't have been, you were half dreaming, the murmur of the tavern below warped the sound.
"Mikasa," you said breathily, pulling your thin blanket tightly around you, trying to find her in the dark. Oh, you wanted to be so selfish.. You had to ask. "Do come closer, please. I'm cold."
"Shall I retrieve more blankets?" She murmured softly, the floor creaking as she approached the bed warily.
You made a soft sound of dissatisfaction, almost a whine.
"Can you not lay with me, knight?" You pouted. "These peasant blankets are simply not enough, the fire has long died out. I cannot sleep in such conditions, and I refuse to return to the castle until dawn, at least."
"Lay with you?" Mikasa echoed, and her voice wavered. Her heart accelerated and she was grateful for the cover of darkness when her face betrayed her surprise.
She could hardly deny you, it was her duty to serve you…
"Yes, princess."
You listened to her rustle in the dark, and heard the soft clink of her weapon being laid on the edge of the bed. Your fingers shook as you waited in anticipation for any sign of her, the soft creak of the mattress as it dipped under her weight, and you ached for her touch.
You were being ridiculous. You didn't understand the thrill in your chest, the sudden dizziness that overtook you as her scent floated your way. You had grown up together, known each other your whole lives—Mikasa was always with you. Why should you be nervous?
You practically moaned when her hand brushed the side of your arm, barely there, and she withdrew instantly.
"Your highness?" She whispered with uncertainty, wary that you had changed your mind, that you would lash out at her.
You took a deep breath and drew closer. Mikasa wrapped her arm around you, warm and firm, and you rested your head on her shoulder. You couldn't help yourself from taking in her scent, inhaling her sweet musk and listening to her heartbeat, sure and steady.
A sharp pain shot through your chest, a welt developed in your throat. You ached for her, how couldn't she know that?
"Let, me.." You mumbled with bated breath. "Let me hold you." You waited for a reply, and she only nodded silently. Your hands shook, this felt so wrong, and yet so natural as if it were meant to be.
She'd practically been teasing you the whole evening. None of your ladies in waiting caressed you like that, surely that was Mikasa's mistake—or intention. You fit perfectly into her arms, your head resting on her shoulder. She held you like the spot was always yours, and the thought made you blush.
Mikasa could barely breathe. She was fearful that one wrong move would have you send her away.
“M– knight?” You had no reason to be formal with her so close, but instinct took over.
“Yes, your majesty??”
"Let me be selfish," you whispered miserably.
You ran your fingers through her dark locks, her warm breath fanning across your face as she stared back at you. You inched closer to each other, and you brushed her jaw. Her skin was warm against your frigid fingers, your heart racing, and your lips collided.
Warmth developed between your legs, throbbing with desire, parting and searching for Mikasa. Her hands roamed your body as you pressed yourself against her, lips meeting again.
You gasped as she pawed at your breasts, your nipples sensitive as they strained against the flimsy fabric. Her fingertips were calloused and her palms were rough, but her touch was as soft and gentle as ever. She traced lines down your inner thighs, and you struggled to keep from clamping them over her head.
You kissed her roughly, desperate and frantic.
"Princess," she breathed.
"Satisfy me."
"Is that an order, your highness?"She almost chuckled at how wet you were when she finally grazed your cunt. She tapped lightly on your clit and repeated her question, and you whined softly, nodding.
She turned her back to the headboard and pulled you into her lap. Your legs were spread and still covered by the blanket. She ran her palms against your chest and began to tweak your nipples as she made her way between your eager thighs. She stroked your clit, at first gentle with you, rolling your nipples between her fingers. Her hands were bigger and wider than yours, you could see shadows outlining her biceps.
You shivered at the thought of her strength.
Your Mikasa, who had grown to be so ruthless and fierce, was spoiling you rotten and playing with your most sensitive parts, her breath hot on your skin.
You strained to kiss her as she touched you, her fingers coaxing more sweet sounds from you, and you struggled to keep quiet. She touched you like she'd been dying to see your pussy, like your cunt was her own and your release would bring her the same satisfaction.
Mikasa dove under the covers and pulled your legs back, allowing herself a generous view of you, twitching and wet. She partly shed the ratty blanket to see you in the dim light, and to keep your legs warm, running her hands across every inch of your skin, squeezing you. She laid a soft, chaste kiss atop your delicate folds, and licked you in a swift upward motion, delighted with your taste.
Mikasa couldn't stop herself, each movement was just as much for her own satisfaction as it was for yours. She flattened out her tongue as she quickened her pace, parting your pussy with her tongue, so willing under her touch.
To think that her duty was to protect you, to keep you safe, and here she was—ruining you. The thought made her moan and she sucked gently on your clit.
Your hips bucked and you gasped, cum ran down your leg and you wished you had done this much, much sooner.
Your breathing became ragged as you felt her finger slip inside you, your lips clinging to her. Your hips bucked and a spurt of cum coated her hand as she watched you take her digit.
"More—" You cried fiercely, pushing her head as you felt a wave of pleasure overtake you. "Oh, fuck—good, good girl.." You rocked back and forth as Mikasa kissed you, moaning as she obeyed. She lapped at your pussy and found herself grinding into the mattress, seeking her own pleasure. "You're so sweet to me, M-Mika.."
Mikasa moaned at your praise, and her own thighs slowly became slick. She loved how your hand remained at the top of her head, stroking her hair, pushing firmly to keep her lips on yours at all times. She adored how your tits sat, how her nose nestled in the soft valley above your clit, her jaw flexing as she ate you.
You were so pretty, all of you.
She gasped for air when you finally let go, after riding wave after wave of pleasure. Her mouth was smeared with your cum and her gaze was full of love.
….
You were impossibly turned on as Mikasa described her feelings to you.
Your mind was buzzing with excitement as you lay with your legs spread, facing each other. She whimpered and touched herself as she described your beauty, her eyes trained on your heaving chest.
"So.. delicate, so pretty," she whined. "You take it so well, princess. So unspoiled, until now. I, oh—it thrills me to touch you like this."
You couldn't stop staring at her cunt, her nimble fingers, and how pretty her nipples were.
"Keep going."
She knew how to flatter you, how to make you dizzy. You bit your lip as she eased two fingers inside herself, legs shaking.
"Yes, my lady—"
Your mouth watered as you watched, and you abandoned yourself to touch her, to reward her. You took her breasts to your lips and rubbed circles down her stomach, smiling as her breathing became shallow.
"Oh, majesty," she whimpered, her voice wavering.
Her eyes were low lidded and she was open mouthed as your thumb reached her clit, and your tongue flickered around her buds. It felt so good to tease her, to make her emit such beautiful sounds. Your knight was dashing and strong, and only with you would she whimper, red-faced and teary eyed after burying her face between your legs.
You pulled away to kiss her again, firmly, your hand slipping her under her chin.
"I cannot.. go home.. I could never—restrain myself from you," you said, eyebrows knitted together. You kissed her slower, relishing the feeling of her tongue on yours, shuddering as she bit your bottom lip.
"I am always your guardian," she replied, eyes shining. "Until you truly wish me away, I will always follow you, my lady."
"Do you swear?" You said gravely.
Her eyes widened and your heart warmed at her adorable expression.
"Of course."
"Come here." You leaned back against the headboard and guided her on top of your lap.
She knew exactly what you wanted as you spread yourself open with two fingers, your eyes grazing her body shamelessly.
"When we return," you said, "I want you to come to my quarters every morning. Do you understand?"
"God…y-yes."
Mikasa aligned her pussy with yours, and blood rushed to your inner thighs as your soft clits finally made contact.
She gripped your thighs, infatuated with how your bodies moved, and panted as she rubbed herself against you. Her knees were bent and she went faster, hips rolling to maximize contact, drooling and grinding. The contact was heaven, warm and soft, your clit pulsing as your eyes rolled back.
You spent the whole night in this way, exploring each other and making up for lost time. You could listen to her gasps, and her begging, for all eternity.
Mikasa worshipped your body, tongue swirling around your sensitive buds and leaving love bites across you. She pressed her aching tits against yours, trying her best to hold back her strength, to keep herself from overpowering you as you gripped each other and swapped spit with fervor. You squeezed her biceps, feeling her muscles under soft skin, crying out with pleasure as your clit throbbed. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to savor every explosive feeling, every electric shock between you both.
Soon she dragged the metal hilt of her dagger across your cunt, letting your hole coat her ice-cold weapon with slick. The temperature overwhelmed you, you could only focus on keeping quiet, keeping yourself upright.
Mikasa fucked you with the handle until cream ran down your thighs and your body was racked with exhaustion—and even then, she kissed you tenderly, and kept going to let you cum again, and again. She vowed to never lose the instrument, it was yours.