Princess Lariel cried out, her voice cutting through the quiet night. Sir Suren, stationed at her door, snapped into high-alert. He eased her door open and slipped inside her bedchamber. She cried out again, obvious distress in her voice. Her windows weren’t open, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t have snuck in and simply closed them again. He crept through the darkness, one hand on his sword. He made his way to her bedside and saw that she was still sleeping. A nightmare then. Still, he did a thorough sweep of her room before returning to her bed.
“Princess,” he said softly. She didn’t respond. He leaned down and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Princess Lariel,” he said a bit louder.
The princess gasped as she came awake, her eyes wide and fearful. “Who’s there?”
“It’s alright princess, it’s only I, Sir Suren. You were shouting so I came to check on you.”
“Oh, Suren, thank goodness it’s you!” Lariel sat up and clutched at his arm. “I was having the most awful nightmare! I was being chased by a massive wolf through the forest. I was lost. I-I couldn’t find a path or a way out, and the wolf just kept getting closer and closer. I knew it was going to catch me and maul me at any moment!” She shook her head hard, “Thank you so much for rescuing me!”
“It’s alright, Princess. There are no wolves here, and you are safe in your bed. Try to go back to sleep, I’ll be right outside.” He turned to leave, but she clung to his arm all the harder.
“Please don’t go, Suren! The nightmare felt so real!”
Suren opened his mouth to deny her request, but she looked up at him with eyes so round and pleading. Her sleeping gown was sheer, and he could see her breasts rise and fall with each frightened breath, her nipples a delicate pink in the moonlight. Something stirred deep within him. “Alright princess, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
“Thank you, Suren.” She tugged at his arm until he sat on the edge of her bed.
He let his hand fall to her thigh where he stroked her knee in attempts to comfort her.
“Suren,” she said after a moment. He looked up at her. “Would you- would you lay down with me?”
“Please, Suren? I know it’s forbidden, but I’m still so scared. Here, you can feel my heart racing still.” She pulled his hand to her chest.
Suren’s eyes grew round and he tried to pull away, but she held him there. There was a weakness in him that kept him from overpowering her and pulling away entirely. “Princess,” he began again, but once more she cut him off.
The knight sighed in defeat. “As you wish, my princess.” He stood and began unbuckling his cuirass.
Lariel watched as he set it aside in the chair in the corner of her room. Then he returned to her bedside and removed his boots. She pulled her blankets back for him and he lay down next to her. She pulled the blanket over them both and snuggled against his side.
“Suren, will you hold me?”
“Princess, I should not.”
She placed a hand on his chest. “I know I could fall asleep easier in your arms.”
“Princess, you know not what you ask of me.”
“I ask for your comfort. Will you deny your princess that?”
Suren sighed once more before rolling onto his side to gather her in his arms. “No Princess, I would not deny you that.”
Lariel tucked her head beneath Suren’s chin. Her breath was soft on his neck, and the stirring within him grew harder to ignore. Her chest was pressed against his, close enough that he could feel the drag of her nipples against his tunic with each breath she took. He let his hand slide down to her backside. Her gown had ruched up in the thrashing of her nightmare, but she’d never fixed it. His fingertips rested just on her bare skin. She made a small hum of what sounded like pleasure and shifted herself to press back against his hand.
“Princess,” he whispered, “you know not what you do to me.”
“Are you truly so innocent that you don’t know what you’re insinuating when you ask a man to your bed in the middle of the night? Especially while wearing a gown so sheer it is though you are wearing nothing at all?”
“Sir Suren, I’m still not sure what you mean.” The lie came easy to her tongue. Sure, she had never experienced such a thing, but she had snuck a romance novel or two into her rooms.
Suren bit his tongue, wrestling with himself for a short moment before taking her hand and guiding it to his erection. “This, Princess. This is what you do to me.”
Lariel pulled back and looked up at him. “Sir Suren, do you lust after me?”
“How could you ask me that?” When she opened her mouth to respond, he cut her off by squeezing her hand around his cock. “You have your answer there.”
“Oh,” she said softly, “I see.”
Leaving her hand there, he returned his to her backside. More pointedly this time, he rested his hand on her bare skin. Low on the curve of her so that his fingers nearly touched the edges of her thighs.
They sat there for several long moments, neither moving, nor speaking. Eventually, Lariel’s fingers plucked at the strings of his trousers.
“Princess, should you do that, I will no longer be able to resist myself,” he warned. She did not respond, but she loosened his stays entirely before laying her hand low on his stomach, just below the edge of his trousers.
Suren took her hand and closed her fingers around him. She didn’t move, though he desperately wished her to. He returned his hand to her backside once more, but this time he tucked it beneath the curve of her and brushed his fingertips along her center. She made a small noise, but did not bid him to stop. He parted her folds and dragged his fingertip against her soft flesh.
“Sir Suren,” she breathed.
“Do you wish for me to stop,” he asked, voice strangled with arousal.
“Mm-mmn.” She moved her hand fractionally against his cock.
Taking that as permission Suren pressed a finger to her entrance, pausing to tease it a little before pushing into her.
This time, Lariel did give a small moan. Suren’s cock twitched in her hand.
“Princess, stroke me, please,” he groaned.
She obeyed, moving her hand in time with his finger inside of her. It was a wholly new sensation, one she had never experienced, and it made a coil tighten in her stomach. She could feel herself grow wet and within a few short minutes Suren’s touch made a slick squishing noise with every movement.
When Lariel began to moan and writhe in Suren’s arms he let go of the last of his restraint. “Princess, forgive me.” He pulled her hand away and rolled on top of her. It took him only a handful of seconds to push his trousers down far enough to free his erection. He parted her thighs easily, and then he was pushing into her. She yelped with pain. “Princess, I’m sorry, but I cannot stop. I cannot stop myself any longer. I need to be inside of you.”
“Sir, Sir Suren, it hurts. You’re so big.”
“I know Princess, I know. Give me but a moment. I promise the pain will ease.” When his hips finally met hers he paused to watch her as she writhed on the thickness of him. Her soft features were crumpled in pain, but she was so hot and tight around him he no longer cared. He stayed there for a moment to let her get used to his size, but when she did not stop her squirming he grew impatient. “Here, let us try this. Perhaps it will help you adjust.” He slid nearly out of her before pushing back in. She groaned in discomfort. “I promise it will ease, Princess.”
He fucked her slowly, doing his best to be gentle with her. It took her several minutes before she finally relaxed. He began to move faster and finally the sweet music of her first full moan fell from her lips.
“See, my darling Lariel, I promised you it would begin to feel better.”
Her chest heaved for air. “Suren, I-”
“Shhh, Princess. Enjoy the feeling. Lose yourself in it. It won’t be much longer now.” He had barely finished speaking before the song of her moan filled the air and she clenched and fluttered around his length. The feeling pulled a moan from him as well. Before her orgasm had passed entirely, he grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder. His hips snapped against hers.
Lariel’s moaning choked off. She felt as though she could barely breathe. All of her was lost to the feeling of Suren inside of her. Quickly though, the feeling began to overwhelm her. She began to squirm again. Suren seemed not to notice, so focused was he on his own pleasure. She grasped at the arm that pinned her hip to her mattress.
“Sir Suren, it’s too much. Please, I can’t- I can’t breathe,” she choked out.
“Don’t worry Princess, it will all be over soon. Just a little longer.”
“Lariel, it is alright. You asked me to your bed, you asked me to comfort you. I am only doing as you asked,” he panted.
She writhed beneath him. Her every breath was a whimpering moan. “Suren,” she whined.
All too soon she was shaking apart with another orgasm. Suren groaned, and seconds later Lariel was flooded with hot fluid. The knight let her leg slide back to the mattress, and he let more of his weight come to rest atop her.
“There we are, Princess. Don’t you feel so much better now?”
She nodded, her chest still heaving for air. They lay like that until Suren’s cock softened and slid from between her delicate folds. As it retreated she could feel his cum ooze out of her and puddle on the sheets.
“There you are, my sweet Princess. You must surely be tired enough now to sleep, are you not?”
Lariel nodded. “I believe I could,” she said with a small yawn.
“Good. Rest now, and know that I am right outside your door should you have another nightmare.” He slipped from her bed, tucked himself away, and covered her with her blankets.
She watched as he put his cuirass back on and left her chamber before she burrowed beneath her covers and fell asleep.
