“we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“we really shouldn’t.” comes the captain’s response, his lips quirking up in a wry smile.
you both know of the consequences if you were caught. of his honour tarnished, your name disgraced, the fine line you tread between these altercations. for what would the world say, if they saw their beloved princess — the treasure of khaenri’ah, defiled by the likes of a common man?
but tucked away in a clandestine retreat of a private garden, you would say to hell with it.
oh it must be so terrible, the way he touches you, staining you with his blood soaked gauntlets, there is surely better company you can indulge in than the captain of the royal guard himself, battle hardened, and with that helmet surely hiding a monstrous face — for why else does he wear one?
alas, you’re the only one who knows why, it lying discarded beside him alongside your underwear.
and he is far from anything terrible, handling you with a gentleness that almost couldn’t possibly have been associated with his imposing being, the brush of his fingertips featherlight, pushing up your skirts and spreading your legs.
his breath fans against your core, warm and airy, barely giving you any time to think before he’s brought you to bliss, dragging his tongue against your folds in a singular motion.
your hands tighten on the top of his head, fingers entangling between ebony locks as a choked gasp escapes you, eyelids fluttering gently. ”oh gods.”
the rest of your words fade into babbled, incoherent moans just as quickly under him, his tongue delving deeper inside you, swirling around your walls and flicking over your sensitive spots like a man starved.
“f-fuck capitano.” your legs tighten around him, caging him in, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes at every thrust of his tongue, sending pure ecstasy through your veins, your head falling back, holding him there as you shudder and curse out.
it hasn’t even been that long and you’re shaking, hips thrusting up against his face. and you gaze down at him, how he flicks his eyes up at you, sapphire irises gleaming in the light with such devotion. he’s beautiful.
toes curling, you can’t control the moans coming from your throat. it makes a delightful sound mixed with your heavy breathing. how you love him, you need more—
“capitano, please,” you gasp out between trembling breaths, tears staining your flushed face. “need you…hh—”
he lifts a hand to wipe away your tears a moment later, shushing you — stopping those words from slipping past your lips, a solemn reminder of where you stand.
“don’t. you know i cannot.”
he closes his eyes, loosing a breath. he knows what you desire, and despite all the lines you’ve crossed already — this was one he would never cross, the last scrap of dignity and honour whom he is loath to part with.
the royal guards existed to serve, and he had already gone above and beyond in that field, in the chase for your pleasure. but to indulge you further — lay a claim upon your body, take you as his, went against everything.
“but i would let you. no other should.” you enunciate, the dazed, glassy look over your eyes has dissipated, peering up at him with such burning indignation. ruin me, ruin us — i’d let you.
“i know.” he murmurs, dipping his head, your fingers tracing the scarred outlines of his face with the gentle caress of a lover’s.
but you know in your heart, you could never be that. the nation always came first.
you would soon be wed, a suitor chosen for you amongst the nobility. and you would live out the rest of your days, serving your nation to the best of your abilities. he would not take it from you, be the one to deflower you, leave you tainted and defiled by the touch of a common guard.
his honour would never allow it, to take what is not his to claim.
but you cannot seem to let each other go completely. the feel of his skin brushing against yours, searing kisses shared beneath the twilight entwined in this delicate dance that teeters upon a precipice of ticking time, yet restrained by it all the same.
you would always desire more, eternally yearning.
“i love you.”
he presses a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “i know.”
