(I was super tired and out of it so forgive me for not my best work but I couldn't stop thinking about this)
There was something in his voice tonight. Something coky. Something prideful. Something... almost disrespectful, If she hadn't known any better. He was her guardian- her Shield. Her Knight. The Princess still, with a smile, set down her book and walked over to the vanity where he had placed the sleepy time tea in front of the mirror. The Princess sat on Plush chair in front of the mirror, taking the first sip.
"My Lady- the doctor has informed me that your maids have all come down with something together. He stated that they need to be examined and for now, it be best that you separate yourselves."
"Who is to assist me in undressing and preparing for sleep tonight?"
"As your longest and sworn protector- I humbly offer up my services to you."
The Princess took another sip of hot tea, feeling the warmth move down and fill her body. The air was still frigid even with the fire going in the corner of the room- the tea certainly helped to make one warmer and cozier before resting.
Her knight smiled, moving to stand behind her so they were both looking at eachother in the mirror. He had shed his metal armor for something a bit more casual- but still Armour nonetheless. Her Knight had seen the nightly routine countless times before and was prepared and ready to assist his Princess. He grabbed the brush and slowly, softly, began to brush. Starting from the bottom and working his way up, there was absolutely no rush with his movements. The Princess breathed in deep, eyes fluttering closed as he worked gently through the tangles. His big hands felt so good smoothing out and petting the brushed hair as he continued to work through it. The more he brushed, the more his Princess relaxed. She has been so stressed lately and it was a pleasure and an honor to have his sweet Lady melt under his fingertips. And melt she did- the more he brushed, the deeper she sank. Between the sips of body warming tea and the sweet head touches, the Princess sunk deeper and deeper. Her head began to slowly bob as thoughts began to fade... Each brush stroke through the hair seemed to just be smoothing her sweet brain more and more- until finally.. "Nnn i dont thin. I can make itto bed"
Gods. Was that his sweet Princess? His smart, sassy, bratty princess? Whatever that other knight gave him sure did work.. and it better have, for the price he paid for it. A little potion that would melt her mind and make her pliable and forgetting enough that IF she remembered anything, she'd be so convinced it was all a dream. Which led to this exact moment.
"Yesss eepy..." she practically moaned, barely able to keep her eyes open as she rubbed them.
Her knight set down the brush and scooped her up onto his arms wedding style. He loved seeing her like this- eyes fluttering and body heavy. Careful to set her down, he lays her gently upon the piles of soft blankets and plush pillows. As she lay there, the dress of her skirt riding up and breasts practically falling out of the top... He knew he'd made the right decision in drugging her tea.
Night after night, he had devoted countless hours to watching and protecting her like a dog, with little reward or praise. It was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity- the snapped orders with the lingering gaze and hovering touches.. He knew, deep down, that he wanted this just as much as she did. The Princess lay in front of him, lazily squirming and pressing her legs together... How so very unbecoming. She was losing more and more control by the moment. Her sweet knight leaned down, fingers just barely touching her skin while he explored with feather-like touches. The hot breath on her neck was making her squirm more and lean in and... while squirming and caught in the pleasure of the moment, he hasn't even noticed how wet she was.. As she sunk deeper and deeper into rest and bliss and dreamland, her darling protector couldn't help but notice the glistening wetness between her thighs
"So beautiful..." he mumbled to himself, slowly, gently beginning to undress her while she drifted off. He took extra care in unbuttoning and unpinning the garments- careful but not too careful to not disturb his sweet Princess. The more he touched and moved and positioned her, she wetter it seemed she got... The sight was enough to drive him insane- but he couldn't let himself spiral and fall. Not yet anyway. This was enough, for now. As the last of the fabric was slowly peeled away and set to the side, he could finally get a good look at her...
Breasts heaving gentle and slow, wetness glistening from the candlelight... Truly, a Queen, he thought to himself. No, no- a Goddess, he corrected. His sweet Princess deserved the world and he would fight to the ends of the earth to bring her what she desired... and even though she couldn't come up with the words- he knew her better than anyone. Her body language was telling him- no, screaming- that she needed the sweet release she's been craving for so long. Her knight smiled and stripped down to his pants, tucking in his Princess and climbing into bed after her.
Her body was warm, soft, and smelled of Lilac and Honeysuckle. She lay there, safe and warm under the mountain of furs and silks and down pillows, candles flickering and fire roaring across the room. It was just all so.. Perfect. Before he knew it, his hands were already under the blankets, finding their way to her heat. She whimpered softly when his fingers met her clit, involuntarily opening her legs for more access. Like a gate being opened. She was so inviting, like this... No harsh words or glares or sass- just eager submission and need for plessure. He hungrily added a finger to her tight cunt, nearly losing himself while his Princess moaned and bucked her hips into his hand. He was so fucking hard for her. Needed her.. Every last inch. And he'd take it, continuously, exactly like this if he needed to. Nothing would stop or get between him and his prize. His payment for a lifetime of abuse and hardship. He NEEDED this. No one would know but him- and that was enough.
The Princess's breath hitched in her throat and she whimpered as he positioned himself on his knees in front of her and sunk himself inside. Slowly. Painfully slow. If she had been even semi conscious and not completely drugged and out of it, she would have been bucking and begging and moaning for more- but instead, she breathed softly and whined while her little pussy was stretched to take his shape. Her tight, warm, slick walls welcomed her Knight like he was the final bit of a puzzle being put together. It all felt so good- lips parting and soft moans coming out of both parties. He began to move himself inside of her, slowly, gently as to not disturb his sweet Princess. Her tight walls milked his cock while he thrusted himself inside- hitting her sweet spot again and again.
"P-please..." is all she managed to mumble in her dreamlike state- and that's all the permission he needed. Her sweet knight attacked her clit while enjoying his own pleasure- pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in to jackhammer away at her needy, pleading cunt. The bed creaked and cried while he rocked himself inside of her- hitting her cervix again and again and again while he pressed himself as deep and close as possible... The Princess's sweet little noises were becoming more and more and it was driving him to the brink. Gritting his teeth and trying to hold himself back, he immediately failed once the softest little, "Sir~" left her parted pink lips
"Oh f-fuck fuck fuck-" he moaned and shivered and completely lost himself inside her. Her cunt squeezed and pulled and milked him for everything he had- everything he'd been penting up and pushing down and lusting for as they came undone together at eachothers doing. He leaned down and muffled her sweet little noises with his lips- crashing together and moaning and whimpering and completely losing themselves in one another.
He breathed heavy, stroking her soft hair and chuckling to himself while he came down from his high. She was still asleep- still so so very out of it. This would all be a dream to her, when she woke. A sweet, wet, messy dream, that'll leave her confused and needing again once she wakes~♡
