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The past 24 hours had been a daze for the poor girl. With little more than her name and a vague command on what to do, she was utterly alone in Snow Field. It was more accurate to say that she was alone. She might prefer being alone currently. The Saber who had appeared at the opera house had never left her side and has kept her far safer than what she deserves. It was a temporary matter wasn’t, she would be his companion until he found a proper Master. Then she would return to her deserved Isolation
Saber was far to kind to her, especially for a king of legend. He had grand dreams he wanted to fulfill, and she was paranoid loner. They were absolutely nothing alike. Despite their differences he had chosen to stake his life on her momentary protection. He had protected her from the Dead Apostle and had secured an alliance all for her sake. What was it that he saw in her? This reckless man bestowed the sacred treasure of his name to a pathetic magician such as herself. Despite all of this why- Why did she want to keep going
She wanted to hear more of his stories. She desired to see his bold smile when he fought with his comrades. She needed him to look at her with those bright eyes and tell her that everything would work out. It was selfish to ask him to follow her around, even more selfish to call him her partner. She was dead weight to him. In the depths of her heart, her selfish wish was for him to carry her anyways.
They had been sitting on the bed, chatting as normal. Saber was engrossed in one of his tales; some story about a crusade. His tone faltered for a step, recalling a pass transgression against him. Catching his slip of the facade, he corrected himself.
“Miss Ayaka, That’s why it’s a very trivial matter if you were to betray me-”
“Its not trivial at all!” She responded, her voice raising as anger filled her heart. How dare he say such things? After all the kindness he had offered, could he say the he expected her to betray his trust? Did he think that lowly of her? Anger took control of her body. This time, Instead of pulling his hair, she had turned her body around to grab a hold of his shirt. “You can’t say such things to me… you can’t… throw your life away...”
“Lady Ayaka…”
“You- you have to trust that- that I’ll support you because I- I -I…”
“Miss Ayaka, please focus!”
As he raised his tone, her mind took in the situation she had found herself in. In her rage she had straddled his legs and was now seated in his lap. His face was far closer than she had realized, close enough to smell his sweet breath. The shirt she was grabbing was lifted somewhat, revealing the muscled hips of the knight beneath her. He was unbearably warm. His breath washed over her face like the golden light of the sun. His breathing had hitched, catching in his throat as his face became a dark red. Something was moving beneath her- no. Growing beneath her.
“a-ah…” her face grew a similar color.
“My sincerest apologies! It is shameful for one such as I to- Hnng!”
He grunted in surprise. In a state of disbelief, he felt as Ayaka roll her hips into his lap. It was a new experience, one she had only read about in adult magazines. It was like a wave of heat that echoed in her body with every roll of her hips. All at once her perception of the Saber had changed. Not only was he reliable and caring, but he was also very, very attractive. His face was impossibly handsome; golden locks that framed his wild scarlet eyes. His pointed canines were visible as his face twisted in a mix of confusion and arousal. He was so utterly perfect.
“Miss Ayaka! We mustn’t!”
The chill of reality accosted her. Shifting backwards, she hung her head in embarrassment. Of course they shouldn’t. He had a master to get to; Someone who can actually help him fulfill his dreams. Getting involved with him would only be a headache down the line. That’s all they were: Allies for this short time. The Saber moved forward and knelt in front of the girl. With a hesitant hand, he grabbed firmly onto her shoulder. He stroked her shoulder, gently ghosting across her skin until his hand rested at the base of her head and guided her eyes to catch his. She was beautiful. Those fiery blue eyes took in so much of the world. She was odd and fascinating, a person who so wholly attracted his heart.
“Sorry, It would have been a mistake to get involved with me-” Sh apologized, trying her best to avoid his gaze.
“Nonsense! I would be the most honored man in the world to be your partner in this carnal act! But. I am not the good man you mistake me as.” His deceleration shook her and caused her to retreat. Face flushed anew with embarrassment, she hopelessly attempted to find some branch of reality to hold too. Unsure of how to handle such information she simple spoke what was in her heart.
“I would...also be honored…”
“I’m not the sort of man you would want-”
“I want...you. Saber.”
His face grew tense, locked in a state of mental battle. He silently nodded to himself and looked back at her. His eyes. once wild. were now serious. His voice was stern and he flatly stated.
“I believe it would be a mistake to let you get involved with one such as I. But. If this is truly your desire.” He moved backwards, returning to his resting position with his back against the headboard. With both arms raised, he invited her closer. Like a hesitant rabbit at the edge of a lions den, she shifted closer until she returns to her spot on his lap. His hands grabbed her waist, drawing a yelp of surprise from the girl.
“Is there something wrong? Have I upset you?”
“No. It’s just. I’m not used to being touched there is all. Please just. Let me go at my own pace?”
“Of course. I will simply be here to guide you. Instruct me to do as you desire!”
Once more, her hips rolled in to him. Positioning her hands on his chest, she leaned against him, trying her best to keep her self steady. Eventually, She felt it once more. Growing and twitching, its size scared her as she continued to grind into it. Her tights and underwear were in the way, but the idea of being completely bare in from of him was too much at this time. With every grind of her hip, a small shock wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She chased those waves of pleasure, dreaming of how it would feel without the clothes between them. Small whimpers escaped her mouth, breathy and light. She hopped he was not paying attention.
In the haze of sensuality, his hips rose in sync with hers. Each grinding their sex against the others clothes in an endless pursuit of pleasure. The oath he made was driving him mad. His desire to pin her to bed, to tear off the clothes between them and to worship every inch of her body was growing by the second. The bulge in his pants grew heavy, nearly painful, as it tensed the leather of his pants. He grit his teeth, whining as he tried to keep himself back.
Nestling her head into his shoulder, she did all she could to quell the fire of lust that was burning in her chest. She knew of these feelings, having hearing them whispered and chatted about in secret. The actual sensation however? It was more powerful than she could ever dream of. Her mind was falling behind her body as she bit into his shoulder. He tasted of sweetness and sunlight, like mana from the heavens. Warm and breathy whispers brushed against her ears; The lionheart begged her: “Please...Lady Ayaka this is too much…”
Something in her chest tightened. Those whispered whimpers in her ears, his charming heroic face twisted in pleasured agony and the neediness of which he thrust into her was overwhelming. She was enjoying this side of him. Her mouth moved from his shoulder to his neck, up his jaw and then his ears. She nibbled and bit at him, drawing pleasured whimpers from the king. His hands rose, hoping to grab her hips in hope to increase the friction, but stopped. He was helpless to betray his word, especially if that person was Ayaka. Thoughts bludgeoned his mind, desperate to go wild. To embrace her and never let her go and to envelop her completely in his heart.
Her body was heating up. The heat of the two rubbing together was becoming unbearable. She leaned away from him to remove her sweater, tossing it to the floor to reveal the white button up beneath. Her sense of modesty melted with the heat. With delicate and unpracticed fingers, she slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Button by button, more of her perfect skin came into his sight. Through half lidded eyes, the sight of her pronounced breasts bounced softly with each of his thrusts. He had found his breaking point.
With a single fluid motion, he placed Ayaka on her back and removed his shirt. With a free hand he pinned her arms above her head. His grip was powerful, trapping her wrists completely in his embrace. His face was closer than ever, his heavy lust filled breaths washed over her and only added to the heat. His eyes were different now. That wild passion in his eyes had transformed into a needy haze of desire.
With his only free hand he moved to his belt. With forceful tugs, he removed his belt and opened his pants. moments later, something thick and heavy landed on her stomach. It throbbed with life; small globes of pre dripped onto her exposed stomach. It bent upwards towards the sky, impossibly thick and heavy. She gulped nervously, meeting his eyes once more.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I can not handle such teases anymore. Please. Command me to-” his words caught in his throat as he desire clouded his mind. She was needy herself. The previous grinding and teasing had lit a fire in her and sent moisture running down her thighs.
“Miss Ayaka, tell me to...and I shall…”
She hesitated for second, then let those words fall from her mouth: “Saber, fuck me.”
His hips rocked gently, grinding his powerful manhood on her soft stomach. The sensation of skin on skin was a blessing after the torture of half touches through clothing.
“would such a thing even fit?” she pondered aloud. It wasn’t hard to imagine all of the places such a mighty sword could reach.
“It will.” his voice was determined, eyes eager. Unsure how to respond to such an earnest request, she simply nodded her head.
With gusto, The saber grabbed her tights and ripped them asunder. With a small flick of his hand, he moved her underwear to the side and placed a kiss on her bottom lips. She yelped with surprise. Never did she think that anyone, let alone a king, would ever kiss such a place. With an overwhelming hunger, he dragged his tongue along her sex. Reaching the height of his tease, he swirls his tongue in small circles. Her body jolted as he teased at her clit. That sensation doubled as he peeled back the hood of her most sensitive spot. Like a bully, he fished for her reactions. Memorizing which spots he prodded with his tongue that generated the cutest sounds. All the while he rubbed small circles with his thumb on her clit, keeping a steady flow of needy whines full of lust.
Satisfied, he removed his face from between her thighs and planted a series of kisses along her legs. With bated breath, he pushed his index finger inside of her. She clamped around his single digit, desperate to fill the emptiness she felt in her core. She was too tight, even moving a single finger seemed like it would hurt her.
“Master, if we are to continue, you must relax.”
“Sorry… its just the first time- with another...”
He nodded in understanding, hovering his face over hers
“Master, may I kiss you?”
“I’m not… your master. I’m Ayaka”
“Miss Aya-”
“Just Ayaka.”
“Well then. Ayaka. May I kiss you?” she nodded slowly.
His lips were soft and warm. She bit at his bottom lip, hungry for his taste. His tongue teased at her mouth, begging to intertwine with hers. She accepted, tasting him deeply as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body screamed for oxygen, but her desire for him was greater. Her hands cupped his face, holding him closer as he continued to devour her. Lost in the passion of the kiss, his finger had started to move freely. He was able to fit two more in over time. The two lost themselves to their passionate kiss, while his fingers pumped in and out of her.
The kiss broke in desperation, greedily swallowing air as she tried to initiate once more. The saber however leaned back and positioned himself between her legs. With a gentle yet strong pull, he spread her legs further, letting them wrap around him. With great care, he gently lined himself up to her entrance and looked at her once more for confirmation. She nodded and closed her eyes.
The tip of his cock slowly entered her, drawing out ragged breaths as she adjusted to its size. Painfully slow, he let her adjust to his size and held her hand. She squeezed hard, trying her best to not coil around him like a vice. After a few inches, he fell forward and rested his mouth just outside of Ayaka’s ears.
“I take some small pleasure in teasing you, Ayaka.” His breath was hot and smug. It washed over her and made her body tighten around him. He let out a small yelp as the sudden tightness alarmed him. Eventually when she was calm, he began to thrust deeper again.
“Saber…”
“Almost there, Ayaka.” He winced, trying his best to focus and not succumb to pleasure. A difficult task, indeed. She was soft and impossibly hot; He worried he would melt inside of her with her burning heat. With a final difficult thrust, he felt his waist collide with hers in a satisfying wet slap. Through clenched teeth, he tried to focus on anything to take his mind off of how good he felt, but his mind was solely focused on her. How her hands clutched desperately to his, how cute she looked while she drew heavy labored breaths, how the rise and fall of her chest accentuated the softness of her breasts. She was beautiful.
“May I move...Ayaka…”
after a few seconds, she nodded and looked up at him. “I’m in your care.”
The thrust were slow and methodical. Removing a few inches before grinding them against her walls until he was fully inside of her. His body screamed to lose control, to thrust wildly and release the tension. But when he saw her face twisted in pleasure and whining, his resolve held. Eventually his speed increased, finding a spot that made her scream the most and relentlessly bullied it.
She could not fathom the sight before her. He looked at her like a lion looked at a rabbit, hungry and desperate to devour her. Yet his movements were gentle, considerate of her wants and needs. Saber was a strange man. His body tensed and flexed as he thrust into her. His muscles growing shiny as a layer of sweat formed on both of their bodies. She saw each of his thrusts, saw how his manhood sank into her and drew a pleasured scream from her unknowing mouth
His words were thick and heavy, whimpering out her name with each of his thrusts. Each one ingrained itself into her mind. Finally she was drawn close to the edge, her body tensing in preparation for the coming orgasm. She reached up, cupping his face and stared to deep into his eyes.
“Saber…I’m…”
“My name...please…”
She nodded. His most sacred treasure, the key to his life which he had thrust upon her: his name. She closed her eyes, letting her orgasm spread through her body like a wildfire as her legs lifted without her control, causing her toes to curl in ecstasy. “Richard I love-”
Her words were cut short, all she could manage to vocalize was a scream of desire and affection. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. The sudden contractions drew him over the edge as well, drawing out forceful and wild thrusts as he reached his climax. His body tensed and twitched, emptying his seed deep into her stomach. After a while he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy.
With weakened arms she squeezed him closer, enjoying his manly scent and his slick skin against hers. Rolling to his side, he pulled her face close to his chest and placed a protective hand on the back of her scalp.
“Seems we have gotten carried away. Ha, you should rest, Miss Ayaka.” She glared up at him, frustrated at his return to formalities.
“You were wrong.”
“Wrong? About what?”
“You are a good man. Good to me at the very least.” she mumbled into his chest, letting her self drift to sleep in his arms