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But it didn’t help that the commander of your father's army, Jing Yuan, was a particularly frustrating fool of a knight. He was a terrible knight actually. A bad knight. Not in the way that you would expect; he was exceptional in battle and strategy when it came to commanding the ranks, you would even consider that to be exactly where his calling and talents lie.

But outwith the battlefield, when it is just him and.... you. You find the way that he teases you to be so unbecoming of a man of his reputation.

Your day had begun regular enough, you'd finished with your dinner early and found yourself eager to take a walk around the courtyard as you often times do. On your travels, and in the market for a little entertainment, you'd opted to pass by the training grounds— knowing that your father's army were most likely carrying out their daily drills. 

You're not naive, you're simply a woman. And as much as some people would probably believe a princess to not be easily swayed by the sight of a bunch of sweaty knight's training hard, they'd be sorely mistaken. Actually, you couldn't have imagined a better way to pass the time than to simply admire the free entertainment given to you within the palace grounds.

Even a princess has her own needs and fantasies after all, and it's not like you're doing anything forbidden. You're simply…. admiring the view. 

But what you had not bargained for, was for Jing Yuan of all people to be running the drills today. 

He often left the training of the rookie knight's to his military officers; Gepard and Mydei, who were well respected amongst the ranks themselves and took great care when it came to nurturing the upcoming brothers of your father's army. But it seemed today had been a particularly special session, undertaken by the knight commander himself. 

The path you had taken had led you to the yard— the dirt arena situated in the heart of three outbuildings. On the yard’s left stood the armory, and on its right, the stables. They sat nestled beneath the shadow of the castle, the sun not yet ready to set. 

You'd come to squat in your usual spot, a small little opening hidden behind one of the larger oak tree's just north of the third outbuilding, only to be caught off guard when you'd first caught a glimpse of golden hair tied back expertly with his signature red ribbon. 

You'd recognised him almost immediately, adorned in his usual golden crested armour, a steel lion embellished on his right shoulder— an exceptional show of the welders mastery of metals. It was beautiful in comparison to the standard steel edition that most knights wore, fitting for the commander— but more so for Jing Yuan himself. 

Much to the delight of many, he was without his helmet today too which allowed the knight's forces to admire him in his entirety.

You’re sure some may believe Jing Yuan had been carved by Gods and Lords alike, only seeming to have grown more impressive with every passing year he’s served as Commander. He was only a few years younger than your father after all, his age showing in the way his muscles had grown softer and less defined now but no smaller in size, accompanied by a few lines in his face that only seemed to make him all the more handsome. 

It suited him— in all of his might and glory. But it seemed you weren't the only one caught off guard by his presence either, most of the lesser knight's in their amateur lines had been wearing matching expressions of awe and respect since you had arrived, some even looking close to fearful as they admired the man standing infront of them. 

Because as painful as it was for you to actually admit, Jing Yuan was a remarkable man. Even from your hidden position, that much was obvious. Every graceful movement of his body seemed to exude raw power, even if he was just marching himself infront of the raw lines of soldiers, his shoulders pulled back and upright while the muscles in his broad back flexed and moved with every command he called out over the lesser ranks. 

But as much as Jing Yuan exuded discipline, you were one of the only people who know that wasn't all he truly was. 

You'd often catch him slacking off and napping in the armoury between drills, or snagging a few treats from the maids in the kitchen after offering them a few words that were no doubt just as sweet, wearing that upturned smile of his that always had them swooning about him for days afterwards. It was stomach-churning to watch, to see a notoriously known man of his reputation to also have a side that was quite honestly… unknightly. 

And you were not free from those same smiles yourself. Unfortunately, there had always been something strange between you and Jing Yuan. Like something being nurtured but unsaid, an affection, perhaps? Or maybe something more sacred. Though at the same time, if the opportunity ever arose for him to tease or pick on you in his own unique way, he'd gladly take that by the reigns too. 

Which made you feel… something. Something you would rather not unpack because you know it would be ridiculous. He was much older than you to begin with, and you would feel truly silly were you to mistake the dotings of your much respected senior for the true affection of someone interested in courting you.

After all, you're sure there's a long list of maidens waiting for Commander Jing Yuan to finally retire and whisk them away into a cottage of their own some day. 

Not that it's any of your concern, not at all. But even as you’d found yourself still admiring the slow movement of his muscles as he walked the recruits through their drills— even if only in glimpses beneath the joints in his armour— you couldn’t stop thinking about it. He made every shift of weight look so effortless, such an ease to the strength he exuded even when the usual weight of iron in his hands had been replaced by that of a wooden training sword. 

It had made you almost not only restless but reckless, readjusting yourself in your position even if it risked being seen just so you could’ve taken a closer look.

He just made it seem so much more deadly than you would’ve thought. But it was only when Jing Yuan had taken a particularly brutal swing, that you swear you had felt a glimmer of his gaze capture a hold of yours from behind your shrubbery.

It had been fleeting, and gone so quickly that it made you question whether it even happened at all. But you had felt it, something shifting in the depths of your gut and that alone was enough to spook you back to your feet— scurrying towards any sort of shelter in the hopes of severing the idea of the Commander having noticed you gawking at him.

It was only when you had stumble through the back of the closest outbuilding that you realised you had come into the armoury. 

Swords, knives, quivers and arrows littered the walls, the shelves equipped with every tool and weapon a man-at-arms might wield. It was all unfamiliar to you, a princess, standing there in your silken corset and your delicate lace. Yet you found it utterly fascinating. 

There were jerkins, armour, and chain-mail lying in crates along the floor, and in the centre of the room stood a long oak slab held up by two barrels. You surveyed the room a second time before you had approached it, and only when you had ran your hand across the carvings in the wood did you hear the door you just came through suddenly fasten again behind you. 

It almost made you jump. 

"Your Highness." Jing Yuan's voice had said first. "To what do we owe the honour of your presence on the grounds today I wonder?”

But that had startled you, making you clasp your hand over your chest at the sudden intrusion before you hurried to turn towards him, frowning in an attempt to play it off. Though the smile Jing Yuan was wearing appeared to let you know he had saw right through you anyway.

"I am the princess, surely I should be able to stop by to check on the army whenever I so please." 

To that, the commander smiled. "Of that you may." 

"Is that why you came to find me? To question what I'm doing around here?" 

Your voice had came out much harsher than you expected it to, but Jing Yuan didn’t seem phased by it at all. Instead he had taken a step closer, willing you to take a step back when he came to stand beneath the torches and hearth— the only source of light in the armoury as they cast shadows over the width of his huge body, reflecting off the gold of his chest plate and gauntlets. 

His head tilted, offering you a lazy expression. "Now that I think about it, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?" 

"That is not an answer, commander Jing Yuan." 

"Mmm, is it not?" 

"Must you always speak in such riddles, or do you do it deliberately to tease me?" You hadn’t known where to look when he crossed the room in a few big steps, and any distance you had been hoping to put between you both again had been interrupted when you felt the oak slab press against the backs of your thighs. 

Jing Yuan's eyes jumped up and down your body. "Is that what you think of my intentions?" He asked, though there was still a hint of that ever lingering amusement in his tone. "It would be quite unwise of me to tease a princess, especially when she has done us the honour of stopping by of her own accord." 

"Good." You had taken a step forward then, trying to keep your head high but your hands were knotting in your skirt. "Keep it that way then. So then… how are they coming along?" 

Jing Yuan had raised a brow at you, as if surprised by your sudden interest in the training of your father's army and if you were to be honest, you were surprised by the question out of your own mouth aswell. But considering how close the commander's huge body had been to yours in that moment, it had been the only coherent thing you could think to say. 

"There are still preparations to be made for this round of recruits." Jing Yuan explained, "But I believe they will make fine warriors come their graduation, the front lines will be lucky to have them." 

You had surveyed him, nodding as if you understood. "That seems to be the case I’m sure, but they are under your watchful eye, commander Jing Yuan. I expect no less." 

"Was that a compliment, your Highness?" Jing Yuan asked, with something in his voice that made you perk up. 

"Don't let it get to your head." 

"Of that I cannot promise." He smiled at you. In that incredibly handsome, but worn way that he usually would and you hadn’t known whether it was the heat of the moment or the doings of your own mind that had made the commander suddenly seem much… closer than he was before. 

That was when it had all really went downhill. Perhaps it had been that little, fleeting moment of banter that had ruined it all. You had leaned back against the heavy oak slab in the middle of the floor again and laid your palms flat behind you, giving the older knight a look.

Jing Yuan had looked down at you aswell, his gaze lingering on your mouth before climbing to your eyes and you had been suddenly thankful for the cover of the darkly shadowed armoury. Had it been broad daylight, the intense heat in your cheeks and the flustered expression on your face would have been unmistakable. 

But you had suddenly felt tethered— wrapped in an invisible string that tied you to the Knight Commander of your father's army. And then you were painfully aware of how closely you stood— the warmth of his broad body, even smothered beneath his armour— the curve of your breasts above your neckline as you took quick, unsteady breaths— the sound of his calloused hand suddenly having placed itself down on the table next to yours. 

“It's a pity I cannot escort you back to your chambers myself.” Jing Yuan said. His lips curled into the ghost of a smile. “But there is still work for me here.” 

You had kept still, waiting for something you didn’t have the courage to name. You didn't have to. With his free hand, Jing Yuan had cupped the side of your face, his thumb lingering perilously close to your mouth. Your breathing hitched in your lungs and as if by instinct alone, your lips parted, anticipation melding with a lightness you could not understand. 

Jing Yuan let out an abrupt exhale— his thumb brushed across the flesh of your bottom lip, snagging it. Then he leaned closer, you closed your eyes when his mouth was only a whisper from your own. 

Your voice caught at the edges. “You are a busy man, Commander.” 

"Yes. It can be most unfortunate at times." His breath stirred your eyelashes, the tip of his nose grazing yours. 

"You’re good at what you do." You'd said, another compliment. As easy as breathing with the steel of his chest plate pressed against you. "I'm sure everyone is dying to have your undivided attention." 

"Really now? Could the same be said about you then, your Highness?" Jing Yuan's words had moved something in you. The same calling that you'd felt before—the same ache. 

You wanted him to run his hand over your mouth again— to feel the texture of his rough, hardened skin from all of those years of battle. Your body was screaming, a mindless, impatient call for touch. His unknightly, dishonourable touch. 

“It does not matter what I want, Commander Jing Yuan.” Your own throat hitched, eyelids lowering for a fraction of a second until you felt that Jing Yuan's hand had brushed yours. When you looked up, he was watching you, his eyes softer than before. 

“I can assure you, it is all that matters.” He said, his mouth close now, so close his lips tugged at yours. It felt... raw. Honest. It felt more than just an oath of loyalty sworn to your father, for a fraction— it felt like he saw you. Something you were deeply unfamiliar with. 

It had taken Jing Yuan, Commander of your father's army, and a knight supposedly bound by an oath of loyalty to the crown, to make me you realize what you truly, deeply wanted. 

And you were terribly afraid of that. 

Which is why, it only took a fraction of a second for you to push Jing Yuan off of you and make your way past him just as quickly. He had let you, and you had known it because you had also known that a man of his stature and position would not easily have been moved by a princess— but you could not have helped the mess that had become of your mind in those fleeting moments alone with him, and he seemed he picked up on that aswell.

It was the very reason you tried to avoid being alone with the older knight to begin with, because you could not allow yourself to feel everything that he made you crave. You were a princess, with a duty and standards and he was a knight— bound by oath and honour. So you had left Jing Yuan there, beneath the torchlight in the armoury, knowing he would not follow you because it was not his duty. 

That was when everything had begun to surface; 

The regret, the fear, the hope. The child's idea that perhaps you would be able to take hold of your desire was a petulant dream, so by the time you'd pushed your way back up the dirt path and ordered everyone to leave your chambers when they'd tried to help you out of your garments. The only way you could think to manifest your disappointment was to allow it to be felt as something else. 

Resentment. 

You're pulled from your own hazy memories of the hours prior and sweating hard in the middle of your chambers again when you hear a quick wrap of knuckles on your door.

And immediately— a knot in your stomach forms at the possibility of just who it might be. It's not often you're bothered by many people at these hours, and with the frosty send off you'd given your maids earlier you're confident they won't be coming back for the rest of the night. 

That really leaves only one person. And he very rarely visits this side of the wing. Not without summons or purpose that is. 

You allow your arm to snake around the bustier of your dress, holding the corset in place as to make sure your breasts don't spill out completely. But you're far too frazzled right now to even take that into consideration when you answer the call. 

"Who…. who is it?" 

The few seconds of silence following your question feel like lead in your stomach. 

"Knight Commander Jing Yuan, your Highness." He calls through the door. "I hope my unofficial visit will not cause you any trouble, but I feel there is something we must discuss." 

There's a stammer in your heart at the answer, but you right yourself with a deep inhale and remember your place. You’re a princess— pull yourself together.

"You may enter, Commander." 

And that Jing Yuan does. 

But immediately, the way he looks at you is simply detestable. It strikes a fire in you that feels like it has never been tended, wild and unfettered as you fidget with the remaining hooks of your bustier. He takes up so much space you feel like your inhale breathes him in, he's shed off his steel armour now, leaving him in only his padded, textile armour that was often worn beneath. 

Unfairly, the fitted fabric only appears to accentuate Jing Yuan’s muscles and size even more— but this time he is cast in the warmth of your chambers. 

It makes him appear much softer in comparison. 

His eyes flicker down towards the pour of your breasts, the fabric only held in place by your arm and then its back to you. He appears to pause at the sight of you, though it's barely noticeable before it's replaced by that same natural smoothness that Jing Yuan always honed. 

You never quite know what he’s thinking. But the heat in his gaze gives you some idea as you turn your own away from him, and you hear the door close softly behind him as he steps entirely into your chambers.

Your voice almost catches as a flicker of memory from hours ago flashes through your mind. "I hope you've come to apologise."

"Apologise, hm?" Jing Yuan hums, that same lazy drawl taking hold of his tone and you hear the fabric of his clothes shift, like he's crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that what you expect from me?" 

"If that is not the reason for your visit then why else would you stop by?" 

Perhaps it's your own shame that's making you act out like this. Your arm squeezes a little tighter around the bones of your dress, and you assume that's the reason it feels so hard to breathe when you hear Jing Yuan take his first, heavy step closer. 

In little time he's standing opposite you, confirmed by another shift sounding through the otherwise quiet space surrounding you both. And then his calloused, rough touch brushes against your cheek with contrasted softness. It takes every part of you to not lean into it, feeling your eyes flutter closed when it rests beneath your jaw. 

Jing Yuan tilts your chin and turns you back to face him. When you open your eyes this time, his gaze pours into yours.

"You misunderstand. To apologise would suggest that I regret the advances that I have taken, and I am a man who does not make a move without endless preparations and efforts." Jing Yuan says, with such unwavering certainty. "But I am also patient, dishonourable? Perhaps. But do I regret it?" His lips curl into the ghost of a smile. "Well that is another question. If anything, it's a pity official matters have prevented me from doing this for so long."

You keep still, letting the silence fall over you both as Jing Yuan's eyes appear to examine the features of your face. It's only when they fall on your lips do you remember to exhale, and when you make to turn your head away this time, his hand falls back down by his side. 

Your face burns hot. 

"Well, what are you staring at… help me out of this ridiculously difficult thing." You say with a huff, fidgeting with the bustier of your dress as if it emphasis your current predicament. 

Jing Yuan’s voice is slow, idle. "I am not sure that's wise." His words earn him a glare. 

"Would you rather I kicked you out then?" 

"Were I forced to take my leave, it would make things much easier for me." 

His words almost burn you. Forcing you into another beat of silence, and you're surprised it is not filled by the beating of your own heart. Your head whips back around to face him, and only then do you find that Jing Yuan remains where he once was. 

You meet his gaze. Examine the certainty that swells in the amber. "But you will not.” You say. Suddenly knowing. 

"Alas, I will not." His voice bares the depths of dark water, smooth, unwavering. It makes your lashes flutter as you cast him a look. 

He's all but standing over you, his body so much larger in comparison— his years of service evident in every muscle. The golden tresses of his hair frame his handsome face beautifully, and from this angle— you can't help but feel the sudden craving to run your hands through it and pull. 

"Then what will you do, Commander Jing Yuan?" You ask through your next exhale.

"Whatever you ask of me." He responds in confidence. As expected of an older knight of his reputation. It hitches your breath. 

"And if I asked you to kiss me then?" 

Jing Yuan's hand rises again, sliding over your jaw to the nape of your neck, his fingers twisting in your hair, his mouth opening to yours. 

"There could be nothing more honourable." 

Your lips collide there, and you appear to press your entire self into him, wanting— needing— to feel him against your body as Jing Yuan all but wraps you up in his huge arms. You let go of your corset in favour of latching your arms around his broad shoulders instead, pulling closer as your breasts push up against his chest. 

And Jing Yuan gives himself to you just as eagerly, as dishonourable as it was. For a knight of his stature— the commander of your father's army to have the princess wrapped up in him like this. It would be treason, worthy of a lifetime locked away in an iron cell in the basement of this very castle. But he kisses you like that's little a price to pay should it mean he gets to have this now. 

You feel his hands cradle you, squishing at the bones of the corset still loosely holding your waist and as your mouth continues to move in delicate, intoxicating circles with his— you press your tongue between them. It's incredibly hot and bewitching, the way Jing Yuan's hands twist into your dress, puckering the fabric as he pulls it up over your knees. 

"Please, allow me to have this one thing." You beg between gasps, pressing your mouth against Jing Yuan's as his solid frame keeps you upright. Your hands grab at the hard, worn fabric of his clothes and with little to no effort— he keeps you upright. 

His voice smears against your lips. "Oh, I assure you. I will take great delight in this." 

It was difficult, removing Jing Yuan's clothes with only one hand. Though you're thankful you're not being made to peel back the steel plates of his armour right now, you can't help but wonder how that would feel too. To feel the steel beneath your touch, and to feel his body curl beneath it. 

After a few moments of fumbling with the intricate detailing of the textile defensive jacket, he helps you, bowing over you with his mouth still on yours. After his jacket comes off, his shirt is next— ripped over his head and tossed atop the growing pile of discarded clothes in the darkened corner of your chambers. 

But you take a moment to admire him first. You run your hands over the huge muscles of his chest— his stomach, admiring the old battle scars that adorn his physique, his body softening with age but no doubt the strongest he's ever been. It renders you speechless, short on breath, and when your touch stops just below his navel, Jing Yuan shivers and pulls back. 

"May I, your Highness?" He asks, sliding his hands up your legs and pushing your dress up until it sits in the crease of your thighs. 

You give him a blown out, lidded look. "Aren't we past using titles now?"

"Oh? I thought for certain you liked when I called you that."

Jing Yuan’s fingers catch on your undergarments and with a surprisingly gentle touch he eases them down from your waist, so slow it makes you want to scream, his mouth a pace behind until you're forced to brace against the closest piece of furniture you can reach. 

You catch your lower lip between your teeth and throw your head back, "You're insufferable, Commander." 

Jing Yuan's cheek rubs against your inner thigh, your knee, your calf. When he slips your underwear off and flings them into the pile of clothes in the corner of the room, his hands return to your thighs and he looks up at you. 

"And what of my title then, hm? Just Jing Yuan is fine, it seems you have earned much more than that by now." 

"I could think of a few more things to call you should you keep teasing me." 

Your breaths come rapidly, far too shallow for you to be making empty threats. But still, Jing Yuan bites with a playful, lazy tilt of his head. 

"Is that so? Do share them with me then. We have time after all, I am in little rush." 

You suddenly feel even more confined by your dress, despite it being barely laced at the back— the bodice is too constricting, pinning you in all the wrong ways. But this time, you tear the lacings open— your fingers clumsy and wild as the long silken cord releases you. The dress finally falls open, and you're able to take a filling breath, one that's full of him as his hands move to your hips. 

Jing Yuan eyes take in the swell of your now free breasts, his gaze travelling all over your body as he drinks up the newly revealed skin. He pushes himself back up to look you in the eyes, that same faint— teasing glow staring back before he kisses you hard, and then he yanks you up by your thighs. 

His strength sends you back, sprawling you out on the dresser you had been braced against as Jing Yuan lowers himself to his knees. 

It's a sight to behold. To see a knight of his title, take to his knees between the very princess he’d sworn to protect’s thighs— you’re sure it bares some similarities to when he had first sworn that oath, but also many differences considering he is now in the middle of your quarters. He kisses the inside of your leg, the tips of his teeth edging over your skin and then his eyes find yours again. 

"Allow me to do this for you." Jing Yuan asks, voice heavy with promise. But still he grins. "To miss out on such an opportunity would be a great loss after all." 

"You think I would deny you?" 

There's a hint of amusement in his features, he lifts one broad shoulder in a half shrug. "Well, I am an old man, being bound by my oath for years— I consider myself to be a rather boring person." 

"You say that like you're ready to retire." 

"Far from it, your Highness. I still have many years left in me." With a sharp breath, Jing Yuan pushes your thighs open, wide enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. "You will soon see why." 

You put a hand over your mouth and fall back against the smooth oak dresser as the knight between your thighs buries himself beneath the hiked up skirt of your dress. The breath soars out of you, caught between a sigh and a curse, and the ache in your stomach moves lower— amber burning as hot as the gaze that admires from you his place. 

You laugh, shutting your eyes and dropping your fingers into his hair. "Perhaps… I do like when you call me that." 

"Oh? How interesting." Jing Yuan deliberately sighs his words into you, his huge hands on your hips tightening and holding you beneath him as he closes the only space keeping him from you. 

The next kiss he presses below your skirt makes you ache in response, tendrils of heat knotting themselves over and over deep within you as he continues to place more delicate kisses against the folds of your already soaked pussy. He eats you out like you would expect him too, it's slow and lazy— but practiced and thorough, Jing Yuan lets his tongue graze and roll its way through your cunt like he's got all the time in the world. 

It feels surreal almost, to think of your current state— pinned to a dresser in the corner of your chambers by your knight, his touch searing your skin, making you feel alive, free. You can feel him in your stomach, the palms of your hands, the soles of your feet. 

Jing Yuan presses another long, drawn out kiss against the entrance of your cunt this time and it makes your toes curl in sheer delight. You throw your head back and pull at the blonde of his roots, yanking him closer with every flick of his tongue as he exhales another chuckle across the heightened nerves between your thighs. 

It wasn't something that you wished to admit, but he was good at this, dangerously so. With every long swipe of Jing Yuan's tongue you can feel yourself being pushed closer towards an inevitable, ruinous fall. But he wasn't willing to let you fall just yet, with his sighs and the muffled, content growls that he was burying between your folds. 

He was taking his time with you. Laying waste to you as your lips part to moan and you squeeze your eyes shut, your hands curling in his hair. 

"Have you always been so g-good at this?" 

"My, it has been quite some time. I was afraid I would be out of practice." 

"Quite the opposite it seems—" 

You feel Jing Yuan hum against you at the praise, as if he's pleased by it, driven even. And then suddenly— he's spreading your folds apart with a particularly long roll of his tongue, bringing it up to trace your clit in slow circles and then all of a sudden your whole body is tensing up up. 

You cry out, pulling his hair, legs flexing and toes curling. While Jing Yuan only applies more of his weight down on top of you, smiling as he lets his hands slip up your stomach to take hold of one of your breasts and he squeezes. It's all so much at once, the weight of your orgasm— the warmth of his body blanketing yours as he bathes you in soft licks of his tongue, flicking your clit with his mouth until you're trembling and it takes every part of you to finally push him away with shaky hands. 

But then you're pulling him back, wrapping him up in your legs and arms and when Jing Yuan's huge body bends over yours and presses you into the dresser— his lips brush yours.

"That was hardly fair." 

"You're mistaken." He chuckles, kissing you once more— and if the dresser beneath you weren't the finest of wood you think it would be enough to press you through it. "A knight always fights fair, I have my honour to protect." 

The mention of his honour is enough to make you giggle, especially considering the great weight of something heavier that you can feel pressing between your thighs. Jing Yuan seems aware of it too, because when he pulls away to look at you this time, he appears far more repressed than just moments before. 

He looks from the glistening folds of your pussy beneath him to your eyes again, and then he hums. Quite pleased, but not yet satisfied. 

"With that in mind." He starts again, his gaze honed on you as he strokes at your hips. "Perhaps I'll be fortunate enough to see it through once more. I can keep going to my hearts content." 

Your legs are unsteady and trembling, but somehow you're able to push yourself up and end up on the floor with Jing Yuan beneath you. You're both heaped among your discarded belongings, tangled up with one another. And after he helps you discard the remaining fabric of your dress, you feel free enough to really take your own time with him. 

You splay both palms flat against the huge muscles in his chest and look down at him, his abundance of restraint seemingly unable to hold back for much longer considering the way you can feel his heavy, thick cock straining between your legs. 

"And might I ask what would really make a knight like you’s heart content?" 

You tease Jing Yuan, fluttering your lashes and accompanying the question with an intoxicating swirl of your hips. He lets you, though it's not for long— because eventually, and with ease, Jing Yuan flips you onto your back with one fluid motion and never breaks your touch. 

His lips find your neck, and when he presses into you, deeper than before. You let out an abrupt breath. 

His eyes narrow on you, and his smile takes its usual place once more as he takes in the features of your face. As if memorising them. 

"Well then, your Highness. Allow me to show you.”