Ryoma shook his head, respectfully declining the offer. "You don't need to worry about owing me any favors,"
And that's especially if the favor involved any form of cooking. Setsuna had a bit of a notorious reputation for that, contrary to what she believed that everyone enjoyed her meals. But that's beside the point that none should be doing any favors for a high ranking officer in Corrin's army, and rather he should be the one offering good deeds to his soldiers instead.
"...Ah, there." It took little time for Ryoma to finish slicing through the last of her restraints, the pieces of rope falling to the ground below. Hands were perhaps a little too careful when concerned for Setsuna's safety, the high prince swiftly stepping up and holding firm on the archer's thighs and waist to support her balance, in case of numbness in the legs.
"Can you walk, Setsuna? We should bring you back to your quarters."
"Oh, it's never a worry. It's kind of my job. Serving Lady Hinoka and the royal family." Just because no one ever asked her to didn't mean she couldn't.
Setsuna's legs felt funny when she got back on the ground. She moved to try and shake them out, but was stopped by heavy hands coming to rest on her thighs and hips instead. Setsuna paused. Even through her clothes, she could feel how warm they were. "You have big hands." It felt nice.
Her room? For a second, her mind jumped to the idea of his hands on her like this in the privacy of her room, but she forced herself to shake the thought away. She shouldn't daydream about him while he was right there. She could do that later.
"Oh...one second." Reluctantly, Setsuna pulled herself out of his grip so she could collect all the rope pieces that she could from the trap. It would be bad if someone else got stuck. And rope was always useful to have. She stumbled a bit as she did so, so she felt a lot less bad about hoping he'd put his hands back on her when she came back to him with her hands full of rope. "Okay, my room now."
She started to walk back towards her quarters. Slowly. She stumbled on purpose a few times too.
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Ryoma's brow furrowed. "Hinoka does that? ...Well. Thinking on how often this happens, I can't fault her for it."
Seeing how this wasn't the problem he's faced with on the daily, he'd retract from sharing any critique to his sister, especially when considering she may be the best at handling this habitual occurrence from her retainer by this point.
"Still, I'm sure you are aware of how unhealthy this habit is for you, Setsuna. I will avoid the hypotheticals, but you have been blessed by fortune to not have fallen into anything dangerous..."
This is typical Ryoma, always finding room to express concern for the people close to him, even when Hinoka's retainer is in the most compromising of positions. Ryoma procured a wakizashi for this moment, beginning his steady work sawing at her restraints with the short blade.
"Sometimes. Not often. She figured out I enjoyed it. She's so smart."
Setsuna heard the sound of a sword being drawn and did her best not to move too much. She felt the ropes vibrate as he sawed away at them. It kind of felt nice. "Yeah, I'm really good at finding them...it's the getting out that is tricky."
It usually took people like Lord Ryoma, who were kind enough to actually stop and help her, for Setsuna to get out. Even if this was the first time, she always knew that he would be the kind of kindhearted person who would stop to help.
"I'll try to be healthier." Setsuna hummed. She felt the ropes start to get more and more loose. She could even put her foot down on the ground now. "Thank you for getting me out...Oh, I should do something nice for you as a thank you. Do you need anything? I'm very helpful."
"...Again, Setsuna. It is not even less than twenty minutes that you are left unattended, and you have went on and triggered another trap."
His tone of voice being slightly exasperated, for the reason being that roll call was just conducted with him taking mental notes of his sister's scatterbrained being present—until she wasn't. It appears that the shared responsibility has fallen onto the high prince, at long last, where it's usually cycled through the members of Corrin's army, typically with the last person who remembers seeing her heading out to rescue her.
His acute sight scans the trap. This particular one leaves Setsuna in a rather compromising position, one that the high prince finds himself distracted with how her breasts and the rest of her body is caught in it than the mechanics of the rope itself. Hardly is Ryoma even one to let his imagination carry him off like it was attempting to do now, and the visuals that the archer unintentionally provided was not helping his case. The caliber of an individual that he is is being put to the test by the last person he'd expect, so much so that shades of red peppers his features in a light blush, him stepping closer for further examination.
Only twenty minutes? That had to be a new record. Usually people only found Setsuna that quickly if they were with her when she got stuck. "Wow...you're so impressive, Lord Ryoma." Even Lady Hinoka could take a whole day to find her.
It was hard to keep her eyes on him as he stepped closer to her. If Setsuna stretched out her dangling leg, she could just barely touch the ground with her toe. She tried kicking at the ground to turn herself, but she wasn't able to get moving. Unnoticed by her, the action only succeeded in bunching up her clothes at her hips, revealing more and more of her tights covered legs.
"Sometimes I trigger traps even when I'm attended though." She didn't want Lord Ryoma to think she wasn't working when she was with others after all. "Your sister sometimes leaves me in those ones for a few hours on purpose." Hinoka called it punishment, but Setsuna really didn't see how it was one.
"Hmm...what should I do?" Getting caught in traps wasn't unusual for Setsuna. But usually when she did, they were better than this one.
Instead of a rope net, this trap seemed to be just a big mess of rope designed to hold her as uncomfortably as possible. Setsuna was face down, with one of her arms was trapped at her side while the other was pulled up with a loop around her wrist. Some rope had managed to grab her by the thigh on one leg, so she couldn't even close them as the other leg dangled.
It wasn't the most comfortable trap she'd been in. She'd tried wiggling to get into a better position, but all that has managed was causing her clothes to shift and get caught.
Setsuna perked up at the sound of someone walking in her direction. She was impressed. By her usual standards, she hadn't been stuck in this trap for that long. This was quicker than people usually found her. "Oh, hello Lord Ryoma." The trap wasn't very good at all. It had only lifted her up to hip height. "Good news! There's no more traps for you to get stuck in here."
Setsuna mewled into this kiss, eyes fluttering shut. Her mouth opened easily when he made for it, not that she had much of a choice to say no. And why would she?
She blinked at his comment and frowned. Had she? She didn’t remember that, but if he said it, she must have done it. And if she’d given him that like he wanted it only made sense to give him more, right? She nodded her head and moved herself against his head, breath stuttering as it brushed her clit.
“Please?” She whined. “Please Master...need to make sure you’re happy...if you want it I’ll do it so please...please use me how you want.”
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The praise was just as exciting as the actions and Setsuna whined as she felt him moving inside of her. Good very good, and she wanted to be good, wanted him to think she was good.
Her head still swam in and out of focus, though it just seemed to make it easier. One moment she was rising and the next, crashing, tensing and back arched as she came. It took it’s toll and she slumped, gasping for breath. “...one.” She managed to mumble, eyes glazed with her gaze on the ceiling.
The door closed behind the younger two, and just like that, the house in enveloped in silence. It’s the strange lull after a party, when the house suddenly feels so empty and the decorations look a little silly.
“Be safe, the both of you.”
“We will!”
“Good night.”
The door closed behind the younger two, and just like that, the house in enveloped in silence. It’s the strange lull after a party, when the house suddenly feels so empty and the decorations look a little silly.
Still, Saizo sighed comfortably as he adjusted the hat on his head. A silly tradition, and the hat had seen its share of wear over the years. But it made her smile and he would do anything to keep that expression on her face.
Setsuna’s head poked out from the dining room. She glanced around, quickly, before pouting. “They’re gone?”
Saizo grunted. It should’ve been easy to tell with how quiet things got. “Had a movie they wanted to see.” And while Saizo still wasn’t sure how he felt about Asugi with Mitama on their own, he knew the young woman would never stop scolding him if he kept from from it.
Setsuna wandered over, still pouting as she handed him a glass. Whiskey in his and wine in hers. He nodded his thanks. “I wanted to say good night.” She complained, taking a sulking sip from her glass.
“They did too.” He answered, strolling over to the couch. He sunk into it with a relieved sigh. He was getting old. Just a few hours and this felt so good. “They were running late and had to leave.”
Setsuna never looked old. Even now, as she stood watching him silently, there was a starting in her eyes that matched that slowly growing grin. He let out a good natured groan. He’d never had patience for her antics when they were younger. He’d gotten rather fond of them. “What?”
Setsuna giggled. “You all dressed up like Santa.”
Saizo raised a brow at the assessment. He’d been dressed up like Santa for some time now. He’d long since told her how their little family tradition started, how Mitama’s face lit up when she saw it, how she laughed and scolded him and never really meant it. “Yes, are you only just noticing?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead she wandered over to her phone and began fiddling with it. Saizo waited patiently, and was rewarded for it with a slow music that began to roll out of the speakers as Setsuna turned back to him looking pleased.
“Santa baby slip a sable under the tree…”
That time he meant it when he groaned. “Really now?”
“Really.” Her approach could only be described as playful as she made her way to them. She wasted no time either, easily slinking her way past his arms to settle in his lap. The base of her wine glass tapped his head as she draped her arms around his neck. She loomed over him with a smug grin and a pleased look in her eyes. “It’s been a long time since I got to see Santa after all…”
His whiskey glass is put aside from the sake of resting both of his hands on her hips He absently trailed his thumbs against her sides. The fluff of the stupid hat is slowly lowering over his eyes as he shifts his head, but he managed to keep eye contact. “Hoping to get what you wanted for Christmas?”
“Oh I think I got it.” Her head tilted, Setsuna has no shame in rolling her hips against him. He tried not to make it took obvious when his breathing stutters. “After all Santa, you’re so handsome. How could I resist?”
Saizo scoffed, but Setsuna’s shirt is untucked, and if she was unhappy about his fingers slipping their way under it, she didn’t complain. “You’re sure that it won’t bother that man you’re seeing?”
Setsuna laughed, and for a moment he’s worried her drink is about to spill down his back. It doesn’t, and thankfully she has the sense to put the glass down. “He shouldn’t.” Setsuna answered. Her focus back on him is almost too much, especially when she leaned in so that her lips ghosted his as she spoke. “He’s the one I asked for after all.”
Saizo laughed, much calmer than hers. “I’ll see what I can do then.” There lips were so close that he practically kissed her with each word. Subtlety forgotten, it’s not long before her shirt is gone and their lips crash together.
The Christmas music played on, but was soon lost under the sound of their own.
Saber very well near snarled at the man who kept him pinned down to the bed. He strained against the bindings, but they would not break no matter what he did. He had to eventually just give up on that and collapse onto the bed. Anymore and he’d run the risk of hurting himself trying to escape, and he didn’t need that anymore then he needed these fucking holes in his neck
.He didn’t know who this freak was. He didn’t even completely remember how he got here. All he knew was that those eyes were pulling some weird shit that made his body feel heavier than usual as he began trying to squirm his way free again.
“How about.” He managed instead, forcing the words out through grit teeth. “You go fuck yourself right off a damn cliff?”
“You don’t like anything.” Setsuna countered. At least not when it came to her. But she was used to that, so it didn’t bother her. She continued to smile as she took a step into his space. “Birthday sex is a thing, Saizo.” She half expected his face (and him) to explode.
“...I’d offer you head like last time but you got all angry about it.”
