note: its new years here so iguess this is my christmas and new years gift (first smut of the year WE R UPPPPPPPPPP) to you guys and im drunk so i wrote this, soryr if its messy and grammarly incorrect this is for @pluto0oo0 and @ieatmoss22 and @cherry-coffees
tw; knight!vi eating you out
the tension between the two of you is palpable. you two are so on edge with each other that anyone in the room could immediately notice how uncomfortable, angry, or attracted you are.
but who’d allow a princess and her own knight to be together? that is simply impossible.
“my dearest daughter,” your father greets you lovingly while eating, along with your mother, who gives him a knowing look, “are you, perhaps, interested in your knight?”
you almost spit out your wine when those words reach your ears, “pardon?”
“we are not blind, you know? we see, we sense, we feel what you two are longing for,” your mother backs your father up. “as long as you’re happy.”
that simple sentence eases your entire being. you were about to doubt them when you saw them give you warm, gentle smiles, your mother smirking a bit.
“you’re not very subtle; i saw you gawking at her back when she was training in the courtyard, you were practically drooling, my daughter.”
“young love,” your father mutters under his breath, looking at your mother with such tender eyes that you would think they just fell in love yesterday.
you slam your palms on the dining table, startling the figures, “that is simply an abomination. i am leaving.”
those were the words you heard when you rounded the castle walls, groaning underneath your breath at their childish behaviour.
groaning even more when you see the subject of the matter already standing beside your room, eyes straight ahead, hands on top of her sword’s pommel.
and just like that, all your irritations, frustrations, and anger— go away.
vi licks her drying lips, seeing you just standing there, looking at her, “is there something bothering you, princess?”
“guard my door.”
you strut past her, your nimble fingers already working the knots of your front-laced corset, frustrations coursing through your veins.
once more, you don’t bother closing your door, throwing yourself on the bed as violet floods your brain, buffering your thought process.
you have been letting your wetness seep through your underwear all day, all because you caught a glimpse of her back— that glorious, magnificent, broad tattooed back. who can blame you for basically frothing at the mouth because of that? you’re like an omega whose heat got triggered early.
the dress and corset you’re wearing end up on the floor as your hand spends no time travelling down to your slicked cunt, desperate to be touched. your middle finger finally makes contact with your needy clit; a shudder racking your body in the process, and just a whisper of your knight’s name escapes your lips.
outside the door was the said knight, she wasn’t faring the best, the moment her ear caught the whisper of her name.
she was so close to giving in to her needs and desires, but respect bound her feet to the floor.
violet quietly slips into your room, scarred lips parting slightly as she takes in the sight of you; legs spread, undergarments hanging off one limb, a hand poorly stifling your noises.
you look like a dream to her.
you look like a goddess to her.
the type of goddess one worships with their whole heart and mind, the type of goddess one would gladly and willingly drop to her knees to worship every skin, every stretch mark, every mole— everything.
and before she knows it, the ball of your foot meets with her chestplate, snapping her out of her trance.
“what do you think you are doing, violet?” your cold voice cuts through your bedroom, “barging into a princess’ quarters?”
violet’s gloved hand wraps around your ankle, wordlessly pulling you to the edge of the bed, and making you rest your leg on her shoulder, “oh, my beautiful princess.”
your hand darts down to push at her face, but she counters by pinning it to your stomach, dilated eyes focused on your wet, twitching pussy.
you’re really not complaining when you throw your head back against your bed, a low moan bubbling in your throat when she begins to press soft kisses into the inside of your thigh. you’re really not complaining when her other hand presses on your soft thigh— digging into it.
you’re not uttering a single word opposing her actions.
not when she’s inhaling your scent, basking in your whole being.
and when she finally presses her flattened tongue on your awaiting cunt? that made you sit up right, pulling her in further by her nape, fingers scratching her; resulting in a hiss into your pussy.
you groan into her hair, “strip yourself of your armor.” violet shakes her head, her tongue swiping side to side in the process— your eyes flutter close, “such a bullheaded knight.”
violet is relentlessly attacking your cunt, slobbering it all up like she’s been starved for years, pulling you impeccibly close, if that was even possible.
your murmurs of slowdowns fall deaf to her ears, continuing her administrations given that she’s waited her entire fucking life for this.
violet’s decided that she’s waited long enough.
your palm covers her mouth in an instant, embarrassment evident on your face when you feel your own mess, “do you really have to say that?”
“...do i need permission to do that, princess?”
an animalistic growl emits from her as she forces your hand to your bed once again, diving into your cunt.
she pushes you on your back and hauls your bottom up rather easily, your fingers grip your sheets in surprise as she devours you. the strength this woman possesses.
“wait—” your eyes roll backwards at the newly found position, the lower part of your body losing its strength as you feel her roll your clit using her tongue, “just slow down—”
there is absolutely no way you’re going to cum by being eaten out. there is absolutely no way.
erm… on the contrary, despite your efforts against her persistent tongue, which made your eyes roll numerous times, which made your toes curl in never-ending pleasure, which made you whimper like a pathetic woman who hasn’t had sex in centuries, you’re falling apart.
how could you when her fingers are digging into your skin to keep you latched onto her mouth like a leech looking for blood? god, the sight of your abdomen flexing spurs the knight on.
with your head thrown back, neck muscles straining as you silently cum on her tongue, you turn slack, making her worry.
“princess?” violet slowly lets your legs come down, crawling to you, peppering messy wet kisses on your spent body, “are you alright, your highness?”
violet might have eaten you out too good.
