Where You Going Princess?
Knight!Matsukawa x Princess!reader (female she/her reader)
summary : many have tried and failed to keep the princess from running off in the night, that was until Matsukawa stepped up to the plate. And he was not about to disappoint. He had a...unique approach to it..
word count : 7.9k (what have i become)
content : vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamic, corruption kink, oral (fem receiving), squirting, mating press, a wee bit of a praise kink, “good girl,” creampie, consistency between choosing matsukawa/mattsun/issei? not here, porn with plot uwu, long. Intro.,,
This is for the Once Upon A Time collab hosted by @introloves
minors dni, 18+
Flinging her self over the high walls with ease, the princess snickered and flipped off the duo of guards chasing after her. This was far from her first rodeo. Princess ______’d been sneaking out of the castle for a few months now. And she’d like to believe that her winning streak was far from over.
Not a single guard had managed to stop her nightly outings. She’d evade them in town while out at the dingy, back street shops and taverns she’d hide in for the evening. With the guard schedule memorized like the back of her hand, she knew exactly what time was perfect for her to make her way back into the palace without much hassle. Her father had long given up on trying to restrain her but the head knight Oikawa was not about to give up. He and his second in command, Iwaizumi, had sent nearly every single knight on duty to stop the girl. All but themselves, plus two other high ranking officers, that was. Iwaizumi and Oikawa often were preoccupied with the King and Queen. Meanwhile the two other goons, as _______ had affectionately begun to call the other knights, were running the dungeon and darker matters.
Often times poor Kindaichi and Yahaba were sent to keep an eye on her. She nearly felt bad, truthfully, when she’d return and Kindaichi would be there, waiting to escort her back to her room. It was like clockwork for her anymore. Without fail, he’d be there at the gates, waiting for her safe return. ______ much preferred him to Yahaba who would scold her the entire way back to her room with an iron grip on her arm.
Without a single mess up, though, her ego got a bit big. She’d stick her tongue out to Oikawa in passing and pull at her eye, mocking him. He’d get so frustrated and Iwaizumi would have to yank him in another direction, removing him from the childish antics.
“Hire better goons, ‘Kawa!”
“Stop sneaking out, Lady ______!”
“Make me!”
The girl was so stubborn and it only irked Oikawa further. She was the sole heir to the throne. And no, rules weren’t super strict, but for goodness sake- At least follow curfew and stay in, Lady ______! That’s all he’s asking. For her own safety. For the Royal lineage’s safety and security. For his peace of mind and sanity. Please.
Little did the princess know that her nightly excursions would be replaced with a far more enticing, and exhausting, activity. All thanks to Oikawa and his frustration, desperation, and agitation regarding her defiance.
As he called an all knights meeting, begging for ideas on how to keep the princess in check, he realized his men were just as frustrated and stuck on the issue as he was. Kindaichi had resigned to allowing her to do whatever as long there’s a distant eye on her, assuring her safety. Yahaba could only mutter to himself, eyebrows scrunched together. He had enough of the antics, rivaling even Oikawa’s frustration. The others were at a loss all the same. Oikawa just groaned, rubbing his temples.
“There’s gotta be something we can do.”
“Sorry, sir. And...we really need to get back to our posts.”
Oikawa pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut. “That’s fine. Thank you for your time.”
Most of the men left shortly after and he was left with Iwaizumi and only a few other.
“Iwa...” Oikawa sighed out.
“Relax.”
“We don’t even have anyone to do night watch for the evening. And if Kindaichi is just going to allow her to leave-“
“I’ll do it,” piped a rusty, deep voice. Mastukawa. Head of dungeon matters alongside of Hanamaki, who sat besides the man that was hunched over, head resting in his arms on the table. “We’re training a few new guys for night shift. Makki can handle that with Kyotani just fine. I’ll give it a shot.”
“You?” Oikawa groaned. His hand slid down his face. It’s not that he doubted one of his men, especially not Matsukawa who had been there just as long as he. He liked to joke around and sure was sassy but... Well, he was fully capable and often kept younger knights in order, too. But…no.. Oikawa couldn’t find a single reason Matsukawa wasn’t suited for the task. He just hated to take Matsukawa away from his primary job. But... he was head of interrogation. There was no urgent need for his expertise. Perhaps...
“Alright. Shift starts around eight pm. She typically finishes all her nightly routine activities and maids leave for the night by then.”
“Got it. Guess I should go...rest up. Heh!”
As he stood up, a lazy smirk graced his lips. Oikawa could only think of Matsukawa as the final resort before he or Iwaizumi. And he was going to be really irked if it came to he or Iwa having to look over Lady ______ during the nights.
“Matsukawa.”
“Nn?”
“I’m counting on you.”
The man grinned, letting a huff of a chuckle out under his breath. “I’ll get the little one under control.”
That solid losing streak for the knights was about to end in a less than standard method.
“Milady, it seems that there is a new guard here tonight. It’s not one I’ve seen before,” the hand maid announced.
“Ah, fun,” she snickered. “Tell the poor guy I’ll give ‘im a head start. He can stay in the room if he wants.” Cocky. Dangerously so.
“Milady-“
“Go ahead. Have a good evening! Thank you for everything.”
The maid looked over the overconfident grin on the princess’s face before bowing, letting out a sigh. She excused herself, leaving the door cracked before approaching the knight to relay the message.
_______ sat on her bed, white nightgown covering her figure on the cold evening. She began to pull her hair up, ready for the night. Tonight, she thought, would be a good night to hit up the pub. It’d been a moment since she stopped by there.
But as she tied up her hair, she looked up at the gentleman that walked into her chambers, gently shutting the door behind himself.
“Hm, you’re new,” she mindlessly said aloud. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands gently resting on either side of her hips on the plush duvet. “What’s your name?”
The lazy smirk and tired look in his eyes directed themselves to the princess. Placing a large hand over his heart, he bent at the waist to give a short bow to _______. “Milady. I’m far from new, but it’s understandable you wouldn’t know of me. I’m Matsukawa, Issei; head of the dungeon.”
Immediately, _______ pressed to her feet in astonishment. So Oikawa has begun to get serious finally, has he? Well...it’ll only be more fun when she escapes the palace under the watch of a far more experienced guard. It was no fun with Kindaichi allowing her to come and go as she pleases. And Yahaba was a broken record when it came to his methods and plans of (unsuccessful) prevention. Maybe this evening’s escape would be more fun with someone new. Someone more fit. Someone taller. Someone...far more attractive than any of the knights she’s seen about the halls and grounds of the castle. Damn, he was... well built, to say the least, she thought. Perhaps even more than Iwaizumi..
“The dungeon you say?” she lilt. Growing closer, the night gown swaying about her ankles delicately with each step she took towards the knight. Those bright eyes that glittered in the evening light that seeped in through the balcony doors looked up at Matsukawa. They looked intently as if memorizing each freckle and eyelash. Memorizing his eye color and the curve of his lips. They sure looked soft, she noted. “Why, you’re far too pretty to be kept in that cramped, smelly dungeon.”
Those soft lips quirked up and the man stifled a chuckle. “Thank you, milady. But,” he began in a dangerous tone. “flattery will get you no where tonight.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” she bantered. “Though, I do enjoy a challenge.”
The teasing smile accompanied by the index finger tapping her lip, only served to push the knight’s buttons. He stepped forth, leaning to her height. Matsukawa tucked a loose piece of hair that didn’t make it into the ponytail behind _______’s ear before smirking.
He inhaled softly before huskily whispering. “You would, wouldn’t you? How typical for a spoiled brat..”
His other hand came to rest on _______’s hip, keeping her from moving. His grip was strong, far from bruising but enough to keep her from taking a step away. A heat rose up her neck to her ears, making her hands tremble ever so slightly. He-...this was...a new approach. Was this approved through Oikawa..? No...it couldn’t be. No knight had dared to lay a hand on her before.
“Now here’s how this evening is going to go. Listen closely, princess.” His tone was dangerous but arousing. The edge had ______ frozen in place. Meanwhile, Matsukawa allowed for his hand to maneuver up to the just tied ponytail, yanking the ribbon out of her hair. Her hair fell down, some spilling under her gown and brushing against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. “You’re going to stay in that bed all night. Or I’ll give you something to stay in the bed for. Understood?”
“Y...Yes, sir,” she replied in a meek voice.
“Good girl,” the knight hummed. “I don’t like when my rules are broken. It’s as simple as stay in this room, in bed. Can you do that for me? Or will I have to teach you a lesson, little one?”
“N-No, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said once more. “Now get in bed.”
As if struck by a spell, immediately ______ backed up, slipping out of Matsukawa’s clutches. She had wide eyes that lingered on that seductive, threatening smirk. Taking careful steps backwards, she refused to turn her back to the man. And just as she trained her eyes on him, he did the very same. He watched as each bare foot took cautious steps backwards. She jumped ever so slightly when the back of her knees came into contact with the mattress that she backed into.
“Careful, sugar,” Matsukawa snickered.
The nickname only made the heat in ______’s body spread to her cheeks finally, and her mouth opened to snip back. She shut it though, almost pouting. Scooting back onto her bed, she scooched until she sat in the center, resting against the delicate and intricately designed metal headboard.
“You...aren’t the typical kind of ‘Kawa’s knights...are you?”
“You could say that.” The well built man leaned against the bedroom door. He made no attempt to hide the action of locking the door from ______’s view. After the resounding metal click, he brought up his arms and crossed them across his broad chest. Step one : limit the exits and their accessibility.
“Explain.”
“Ah, ah. Manners, milady.”
“I...”
“How ‘bout this: I’ll let you ask as many of those questions - no formalities nor manners required - that pop into your pretty lil head, but for the price of you staying here tonight. ‘Kay? Sounds like a fair trade, hm?”
At this _______ narrowed her eyes. He sure did intrigue her. But the pub was calling her name. It’d been too long since she visited. And late in the evening was prime time. But...perhaps tomorrow night...the pub wasn’t going anywhere. She could allow herself to stay in for the evening.
Fisting the sheets beneath her gently, a frustrated pout formed on her lips. Matsukawa noticed and smirked, quirking an eyebrow.
“It’s that or we sit in silence all night.”
“Fine. I’ll stay. Promise.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Come sit,” she said, patting the sheets. But she saw the way he refused to move from the door and only patted once more. “No formalities, no manners. You said so yourself, Matsukawa.”
Well...she’s got him there. He’d be a hypocrite and inviting her to run off if he didn’t abide by his own rules. Reluctantly, he pushed himself off the door and unfolded his arms. He approached, shoving his hands in his pockets before careful sitting down on the plush, blush colored bed. He turned his body towards her, giving her his full attention despite his lazy expression saying else wise.
“Alright. Ya got your wish.”
“May I have back my ribbon too?”
“Ah, right. Here you are.”
Matsukawa set it down on her duvet, halfway between them. She leaned forwards, grabbing it. As she began to place her hair back up, she looked to the man before her through her lashes.
“Head of the dungeon, correct?”
“Correct. Alongside of another man; he’s the same age as Oikawa and I.”
“I see,” ______ hummed. She placed the ribbon between her teeth, allowing for both hands to collect and smooth back her hair. “Any other guards that are down there we don’t typically see?”
“Not that I can think of. Have you met Kyotani?”
“Indeed, I have. Quite the rambunctious one.”
“Aside from newer knights, you most likely have met most of us. Hanamaki should be the last of the long term knights you’ve yet to meet.”
“I see then. I’d love to meet him. I like to acquaint myself with as much of the staff as possible.” Having smoothed out and collected up all of her locks into a ponytail, ______ removed the ribbon from her teeth. She worked quickly, tying her hair in place, making sure it was tight enough so it wouldn’t slip or any hair would fall from it. “There we go. Next question, Matsukawa : as I said before. You don’t come off as the typical knight. Explain.”
“Atypical...I guess that’s what you could consider my position. I’m head of interrogation along side of the dungeon.”
“Interrogation! Of course Kawa would send over interrogation.”
“Oi. Be glad it’s not my partner. He’s head of torture.”
“Sheesh...”
“Next question,” Matsukawa said. He relaxed his shoulders a bit, not fully letting his guard down but at least softening his appearance to appear more lax.
“If I try to leave, theoretically - not saying I’m going to - what is this alleged ‘something to stay in bed for?’”
The smirk that spread across the knight’s face grew dark. He leaned closer to the princess and held back the chuckle that bubbled in his throat. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes. That’s why I asked,” she deadpanned. For such a rebellious girl, she was rather innocent if she couldn’t catch onto Matsukawa’s thought. Still, something about that innocence was rather attractive. Very attractive.
“How’s ‘bout this. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, should you attempt to run off while I’m watching over you, but you tell the reason you keep sneaking off.”
“Hmmm...okay. That seems like a fair trade, I suppose,” _______ thought out loud. She softened a bit, relaxing her shoulders before revealing her reason. “For a long time I didn’t think my parents ever cared what I did. So...I just wanted to rebel to see if they’d ever actually care enough. But now I just like the thrill of running out. It’s far more fun with my adrenaline pumping. It’s probably the most fun I’ve had in my life.”
“I see then.” Yeesh. He figured it was her acting out but if it’s evolved to a thrill seeking experience, he doubted she would stop any time soon.
“You’re turn!”
“Wha-“
“You said if I told you why I sneak out, you’d tell me what you’d do if I tried to sneak out.”
Almost like magic, Matsukawa’s exterior flipped back to the seductive knight just as he was when he first arrived. The devious grin that adorned his features was once back. And that mischievous look in his way had returned. He took a breath in while looking directly in the princess’s eyes.
“Well, there’s a few ways it could go....I could tie you down to the bed. Or maybe I should hold you down myself, hm? Or perhaps you’d wriggle on out of that too? Though I doubt that would possible.” Each suggestion brought the knight closer to her. He began to close to the space between them and _______ found herself freezing up, unable to move. Everything was happening so quick. All she could do was listen and watch as the handsome man closed in. “Simply blocking your exits and scolding you isn’t enough, it would appear. A distraction, is a much more proper solution. And I think, from the way you were ogling me when I came in, you’d maybe like this distraction.”
“G...Go on..”
“Aw, poor thing. You still don’t get it, do you?” The grin that spread across his lips was by far the most dangerous he’d shown her this evening. He moved in closer, invading her personal space, sitting right before her. His right thigh touched hers and as he leaned in, a shiver jolted up her spine. His breath ghosted over her ear and he chuckled briefly at this sudden stiffness ______ displayed. Bringing up his hand, Matsukawa lightly ran his fingers along her jawline.
“Do you really wanna know?”
“Y....Yes. Please.”
“Such good manners, princess. Haven’t even explained and it’d appear you know just how to behave.”
“H...Hey..”
“You’ve been so good for me this evening though, so I’ll put it bluntly for you...To keep you in lime, what I’ve been referring to would be…a more lewd encounter, if you will. Sex. Fucking. Do you get it now?”
.
.
.
______ recoiled enough to remove herself from Matsukawa’s touch, staring at him with big, wide eyes. Did he..did he say that, really?! “H-How...H-How is that a punishment?!”
“I never said it was.”
“Th-Then wh- what would it be?!”
“If that pretty lil head of yours used its brain, you’d recall I said distraction. I said that redirecting your energy and attention elsewhere is the goal.”
The heat spreading throughout ______’s body burned her cheeks and all over. She could only stare at Matsukawa in disbelief. What kind of joke even was this?
“B..But..I’m-“
“A virgin? Pft. I’m not too surprised,” he chuckled. “That’s why we’ll take it step by step, but once you’re ready. If you’re interested that is.”
______ began to fiddle with her fingers and stare at her lap. Was he messing with her head? Or...was he being serious? He had made a valid point earlier that she did find him rather handsome; yes, she was ogling him the moment he appeared, just as he said. But if it was a set up or a joke, she’d feel so stupid if she said alright. And she hated feeling played and dumb. ______ could feel the turmoil churn inside of her stomach. He was so handsome and cocky, and something about that did make her confused about the heat in her belly. She’d never felt that before. What even was that?
“Hey,” Matsukawa said softly, breaking her from her thoughts. He gently rested his palm on her thigh. His other hand reached out again and tilted her chin as he looked in her eyes. “I’m serious. Don’t overthink it, kay?”
“Promise you’re serious?”
“Promise.”
“Y-You said that...I can ask any question as long as I stay here tonight, right?”
“Correct.”
______ began to play with her hands again and she looked away from Matsukawa. He still held her chin and had begun to caress her jawline with his fingertips. Which in truth, she melted at. It was so calming and intoxicating. She could stay like that forever. But she did have one question she had always wondered about. “Wh..What is, uhm! Ahem...what does kissing feel like, then?”
“Oh?” he cooed. “Do you want to know, or do you want me to kiss you, hm?”
He caught her red handed. “I-I!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll happily demonstrate.”
With that, Matsukawa leaned in, wasting no time at all as he devoured the princess’s lips. He was gentle but hungry in his kiss. Matsukawa didn’t want to be too overbearing for her first kiss but his size compared to her made it so easy to just overpower her in every aspect.
Meanwhile, ______’s head was swimming. Those lips were just as soft as she thought they were. The kiss was...interesting. But not in a bad way. No, there weren’t sparks like those fairytales and books always talked about. It was nerve wracking kind of, even as it was happening. Where did she put her hands? Was she supposed to keep her eyes closed or open? Everything made her anxious. All he did was lock his lips with hers. And while it did drive her anxiety up a wall, she could only think about how there was a longing that made her want more when she let herself relax.
Much to her dismay though, Matsukawa pulled back, ghosting his lips over hers. _______’s eyes fluttered open ever so slightly and she found herself shrinking in on herself a bit, breathing out of her nose to calm herself. He was so close. She was too bashful to ask for another but was deeply longing for another already.
“Heh...Don’t tell me that’s enough to tame you.”
“B..Back off..”
“Aww, is the lil princess all hot and bothered?”
______ didn’t respond, letting Matsukawa bask in her red face and flustered state. She looked away, attempting to compose herself but there was only one thing on her mind. More. More. More. More! So, she swallowed down the embarrassment. It wasn’t hard to forget herself in his presence she already realized. Matsukawa was intoxicating, and a simple touch or kiss was like a sweet nectar. A nectar that she’d never had but longed all her life for. And now that it was in her reach, ______ wanted every last drop her would offer.
“A….A-Again,” she requested in a soft voice. Matsukawa barely even heard it with how quiet she was, and he was as close as he could get practically.
“Hmmm?~”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
Now he was just being cruel she thought. But she mustered up the courage, hands fisting the hem of her nightgown, eyes screwed shut. “Pl-Please! Please kiss me again..!”
“Oh ho ho. I don’t know...that might have to cost you.”
“Pl..Please?” Each time she muttered the word she could feel something in her tighten. Her cheeks were flushed, her stomach was in knots, and her mind was swimming. She unconsciously brought hands up to cover her face, trying to cool it off and giving herself a barrier from Matsukawa.
“So cute. You’re just a shy thing actually, aren’t you?”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not!”
“Why you hidin’ behind your hands then?”
“B-Because you’re so close!”
“I gotta be to kiss you, sugar.”
She felt those warm, large hands wrap about her wrists, gently tugging them away. Opening her eyes, she struggled to maintain eye contact and it made her lip quiver.
“God, if you keep making that face, I just might take each of your firsts right here.”
Firsts. First kiss. First makeout. First time. First time with him. The man she’s only just met. The very handsome man she’s only just met. That...didn’t sound absolutely horrendous, truth be told. It sounded...nice. It’s better than having to experience them with some stuck up, rich, snob she’d probably end up marrying, at least. She’d get to have her own choice in the matter...
“Th...Then do it..”
“Oh ho ho! Now we’re being bold, aren’t we?”
“J...Just be gentle. Please?”
Her eyes flickered to Matsukawa’s dark eyes in the evening light that seeped in through the windows. It was his turn to feel his cheeks heat up and to fall silent. He could only stare in awe at the princess before him. She was beautiful. _______ was so wild in every story he’d heard of her from other knights. It’s funny for him to think of when he recalls the first time, and only time, he ever saw her. It was during her coming of age ceremony, when she turned eighteen a few years back. He was only a few years older. But he remembers that day clearly. She looked regal, put together, ethereal - like a real life princess. But here she was before him, regal facade, rambunctious stories dissolved; she was timid and offering herself up.
Swallowing thickly, Matsukawa cleared his throat. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a promise.”
“A promise? What kind?”
“Each night that you stay in, we can do something new. Sound like enough to keep ya here?”
She didn’t even need to think twice. She nodded in haste, confident in her answer. “Yes.”
“Then it’s settled. But, no running off. Or I’ll have a real punishment for you. Got it?”
“Got it.” The smile on her face shrunk back a bit as she looked to the windows that light seeped through. “B..But uhm, Matsukawa.”
“Mattsun is fine. Mattsun or Issei.”
“M..Mattsun..”
“Yeah?” he replied as he peered in those eyes that shyly averted themselves. His thumb gently rubbed circles into her wrists that he still held, absentmindedly.
“C...Can I have that...kiss..”
“Ah, right. Of course, milady.”
From that evening on, Matsukawa was the one to take the night shift, watching over the princess. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were pleasantly surprised that he managed to keep her in. Whenever they asked though, Matsukawa would shake his head. He promised the young lady he wouldn’t go spreading their little secret. And he said exactly that.
“Come on, Matsukawa. What do you do?” Yahaba groaned. His hand ran through his hair, frustrated that it was only that easy for his superior.
“I told you guys. In exchange for her to stay in repeatedly, I promised I would be the one that kept watch over her and not reveal my tactics.”
“Come on, dude.”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells, Yahaba.”
“Whatever, dude.”
Every single time, that was his reply. And while some of the younger knights were curious, Oikawa and Iwaizumi let it be. They didn’t care at this point as long as it worked.
And each night he’d be relieved of dungeon duty, moving up to watch over _______ for the evening. She would patiently wait for him each night, excited but anxious for their activity that night.
A few nights turned into a few weeks and before the pair new it, they’d had their arrangement going for a full month. This evening would mark an entire month since their first meeting, and Mattsun had promised to finally pull out all the stops. He had held back with her and never done anything that, in ______’s terms, consummates a marriage.
But tonight changed that, as he had promised.
Giving a gentle knock on the door, Mattsun entered the princess’s bedroom, locked it behind him. The scent of lavender filled his nostrils and he turned to look towards the bathroom. Sure enough, ______ had just emerged, freshly bathed and smelling heavenly. Mattsun melted a bit inside when she eagerly trotted up to him, grinning ear to ear.
“Evening, Mattsun!”
“Good evening, Princess.”
______ fiddled with her fingers, struggling to maintain eye contact with the knight. She knew what lied ahead and was just so nervous. And when Mattsun leaned down, smirking, she felt herself warm up as if she was once again in the warm bathtub.
“Hm?~ What’s the matter?”
“N..Nothing. Let’s, uhm, Let’s do this!”
Mattsun snorted, a hand coming up to hide his smirk. “How romantic. I thought you were the one that wanted everything to be all candles and flower petals?”
“We-Well. That’s not going to happen, so...You know.”
“Who is to say there can’t be some?”
Matsukawa leaned down, scooping up the princess in his arms. He took the moment of surprise to place a gentle kiss on her lips, chuckling into it. Mattsun squeezed her a bit, hands grabbing her plush thighs and stomach, as he carried her across the room.
“We have all evening; no need to rush,” he reminded her. Her arms snaked about his neck, as she looked up at him with those wide, curious eyes as if trying to coax him. No rush? She’d been waiting for what felt like eons. After Mattsun set her down on the soft sheets in the middle of the bed, he found himself being pulled by the neck down.
“I want to now.”
“Are you completely sure?”
“Yes!” ______ pouted. She tried with all her might to coax the man down more and into the bed but he wouldn’t budge. Instead she was met with the warm, large, calloused hands gently grabbing her wrists and removing them from Mattsun’s neck.
“Let’s get one thing straight, princess,” Issei began. His voice oozed of a warning sign. It was rough and much deeper than usual. Upon looking into those dark brown eyes, ______ could practically see the lust in them. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”
As quick as lightning, those delicate wrists that never had an unnecessary strain in their proper princess life were pinned above ______’s head. She felt her breath leave her lungs as she was towered over by the Head Knight of Interrogation. Suddenly, she found herself burning as hot as the water from her bath a bit ago.
“Y..Yes, sir.”
A satisfied hum buzzed in Matsukawa’s throat before he leaned down. He began slowly, peppering kisses all over her face. When his lips met hers, his grip loosened on her wrists. His hands slid up to her palms, intertwining their fingers. Issei could feel just how warm and nervous the princess truly was. From the rapid pulse in her wrists to her clammy hands that held his hands tighter than usual.
Breaking the soft kiss, Issei ghosted over ______’s lips. “Relax.”
“I..I’m trying.”
“I’ll take good care of you tonight. Okay, princess?”
“Mm..”
Matsukawa placed a short kiss to ______’s lips once more before moving to her exposed neck then. He was quick to latch on, gently sucking at the sensitive spot of her skin that had her moaning. She was pretty sensitive, having been left to be a pure, political chip at the end of the day. Had it not been for a certain unruly knight that currently pinned her down, she may have never known a moment of true passion before her wedding night.
______ was so soft and innocent that the slightest touches sent her wild; the nudge of Matsukawa’s knee separating her legs to the gentleness of his calloused thumb rubbing along her thumb. Both were like a shock of electricity, each stronger than the last. Every little thing only made it more difficult to settle down. And she could feel herself burning up, wriggling a bit to cool off. Everything was so warm. Her ears, her neck, her cheeks, everything.
“Ma-Mattsun-” she whined. He looked up at her through lidded eyes, giving a hum of acknowledgement. “I-I’m all warm..”
“That, my dear, is an easy fix.”
Removing his hands from the strong grip ______ held on them, Matsukawa sat up a bit. His hands found purchase with her knees, slowly sliding up her thighs. He looked to the shy princess, looking for confirmation before riding the night gown up up anymore. Those gentle eyes stared down at the flustered girl, offering trust and something far deeper than the original lust she had seen. Something she saw allowed her to place her unbridled trust in him, nodding after a moment. She lifted her hips a bit, allowing for him to push the gown up past her waist and eventually her breasts. Taking a deep breath in, she found herself completely exposed, night gown tossed to the floor of her bedroom.
_____ fought the urge to cover herself up, gripping at the pillow behind her head. Though, as Matsukawa stared at the princess’s naked body, she found herself struggling with each passing second to keep herself calm.
“Issei,” she breathed out, letting go of the breath she was holding in.
“Sorry, sorry, angel. You’re just so pretty, I can’t help but stare,” he chuckled. He could tell how difficult it was for her to stay put and not hide or shy away from him though. So, he lowered himself back down, large hands roaming up and down the sides of her torso as he kissed her collarbone, moving downwards. “I’ll reward you in a bit for being such a good girl, not hiding from me. That sound fair for being so brave?~”
If the whimper that left her throat wasn’t answer enough, she was sure to nod frantically as Matsukawa’s tongue lapped at her breasts. He licked up between them, sending a shiver down her spine, making her arch her back. Pleased with her reaction, Matsukawa moved to her right breast, taking the nipple in his mouth. He chuckled as his tongue flicked at the sensitive nerve, hardening from the mixture of the cold air and his saliva. Mattsun reveled in the whines that left his partner’s throat, each more needy than the last.
In truth, though, he was struggling to hold himself back. He had all the time in the world. But all he wanted was to shape her to his every being. Mattsun’s cock twitched at the very thought of being each of her firsts; the first to go down on her, the first cock she’d take, the first to treat her so passionately. It had him lightly grinding into the mattress as he impatiently moved to between her legs. His face was inches from her cunt - her cunt that was sopping wet. Be patient, Issei reminded himself. He’d have his time to shape her walls to his fat cock soon. He just...had to be patient.
“This’ll feel a bit weird at first, okay?” he warned, breath fanning across her folds. She whimpered in response, hips wiggling at the sensation. “I know, I know. But you’ll like it. Much better than riding my thigh, like a few nights ago.~”
With no further protest, Matsukawa gave a light graze of his tongue, gliding up from cunt to clit. He collected her juices on the tip of his tongue, eager to swallow it all. Each lap at her cunt left Matsukawa like a dog longing for more water after a long walk. He wanted more. He needed more. _______’s cunt was so sweet. Every moan, whine, and pant that he elicited from her only had him grinding his hips into the mattress more. His hands clenched about her thighs, planting them flat against the sheets. They shook from the stimulation, fighting against Matsukawa’s strong hold but never winning the fight.
Issei chuckled to think that just this alone was sending her over the edge. He hadn’t even gotten to the good part. As he began flicking his tongue over her clit, ______ let out a loud whine, hands flying to his hair. “Easy princess,” he snickered. “I gotta ease you up before I can do anything actually.”
And he was absolutely right. ______ was so tight, Issei had to slowly sink one of his thick fingers into her cunt. She spasmed about it immediately, cumming for the first time that evening. It was as if she was punched in the lungs, all the air being ripped from her. Everything was like stactic. A buzzing in her ear, all her muscles jolted. Even her legs ripped free from the strong hold on them. And Issei was kind enough to allow her to clamp her legs about his head, stilling all his movements. He couldn’t deny that he was reveling in the those thighs squishing his head. They were so soft yet strong about him, making him grin.
“It’s all okay, baby girl. Just take a breath. We can stop if you want-”
“No!” _______, whose chest was still heaving as she came down from her orgasm, whined. “I want you. I-I don’t care how long it takes. I want you tonight Issei! Please!”
The desperation in her tone was clear. This girl refused to go to bed until she has his cock tonight. She was not going to allow it. And as a man of his word, no matter how tired she looked from just one orgasm, he would give her what she wanted.
“Alright,” he chuckled. Issei moved to placing kisses up and down her shaking thighs, trying to settle her down. “I’ll give you what you want, but you need to be prepared. So it’s going to take a bit of time, okay?”
The whine that left her throat accompanied by a pout as she nodded was almost laughable to Issei. She was such a needy little thing. It was almost a wonder how the other knights saw her as anything short of an angel. The princess was so easy to please and deal with. Those big eyes pleaded with Issei as his finger began to slowly pump in and out again. Despite the overstimulation, her hips eagerly bucked and met each thrust. But the need for something much more from Issei was so evident on her face as she let out a whine.
“Easy there,” he warned.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
“More. I need m..more, sir. Please.”
Issei groaned at the nickname, tongue returning to gently encircle her clit. Such a good girl, he thought. So responsive and well behaved. Such good manners. Issei lived for how her breath hitched in her throat as he picked up the pace of his finger. He moaned into her clit, gently sucking on it. He was going to exhaust all her energy for the night. Issei truly had no clue how many orgasms he was going to pull from her, but the way her back arched already, he figured more than two. And he’d relish in each and every single one.
“Hold out for me, okay? I’ll give you what want in just a bit.”
Issei slowly sunk a second finger into ______’s tight cunt, giving her just enough time to adjust before pumping in and out. He was growing impatient. Each mewl that left her mouth drove him insane. If Issei wasn’t careful, he was going to cum in his pants just from grinding into the mattress.
“Princess,” he finally gasped, coming up for some air. “Cum for me. Cum for me again and I’ll give you what you want.”
_______’s back arched as Issei’s gentle sucking on her clit became harsh and his fat fingers curled up against a spot that had her toes curling. The man was doing the bare minimum but as far as _______ knew, he was a god. He was hitting all the right spots, making her legs shake again. Issei was going so much faster this time around and _______ felt herself just about explode. Her vision grew splotchy black spots and her back began to arch.
______ didn’t know what she was feeling but the bubble in her stomach felt like it was going to pop. Whatever Issei was doing made her stomach feel all kinds of funny, in a way she didn’t understand at all. It was different from the sensation a bit ago and it was overwhelming. ______ almost felt like she had to pee, and the more that Issei’s fingertips inside of her rubbed at that spot, the more she began to squirm. It felt so good but it felt so weird. What was this?!
With a broken cry ripped from her throat, _______ let her body override her brain, letting go and letting the sensation win. Too dazed to recognize what she was doing, all _______ could feel was sweet relief. In the back of her brain she heard a wet squelch and a deep chuckle, but she ignored them for the time being. As her eyes fell shut and she heaved out a sigh, trying to calm down, it was as if she had no clue where she was. All she knew was Issei and the pleasure he gave her.
“Geez, princess. When I said cum for me,” Issei began, voice in a low rumble as he sat back on his herls. “I didn’t expect that. But I ain’t complainin’.”
______ fought to open her heavy eyes only to see that smug grin on Issei’s face that glistened in the light that seeped through the balcony doors. He wiped the back of his hand across his face before, beginning to unbutton his shirt, never breaking eye contact with the princess.
“Wha...What did I do?”
“Oh ho ho! Little one doesn’t even know what that was?~”
The princess immediately shrank in on herself, attempting to make herself as small as possible. What did she do? Was it bad? Did she already mess up? It was her first time and she already was making mistakes. How was she ever going to please someone, she thought.
“That - my dear - is called squirting, and god was it hot.”
“Sq- Squirting?” ______ nearly choked. How obscene of a term.
“It’s kind of like an orgasm. Sometimes you’ll do it without having an orgasm, though. Don’t worry too much ‘bout it. Just means you were enjoying yourself. And that,” he chuckled, undoing his last button.” “is what is important.”
______ nodded along, trying to not worry too much like Issei told her. Luckily, looking at his toned and built muscles right before her was an ample distraction. Issei hadn’t taken off any of his clothes before tonight, and that man was built like a brick wall. He was as hard as a rock. In more ways than one.
Issei began undoing his belt and slowly threw them to the side with his shirt and the princess’s nightgown. Left in just his underwear, he began to speak. At least, ______ thought he was talking. She could hear something, but could not make out the words. She was far too busy checking the knight out. Which, was a view much better than any rush she got from sneaking out she had to admit. If this was what she had to look forwards to instead of outside the castle, _______ decided right there and then, whatever was out there could wait. In here was a lot more enticing.
snap, snap, snap
“Ohhhh Princess!~” Issei’s voice called out, finally catching her attention. “I know that you’ve been drooling over my body since the day we met, but you can stare all you want after, ‘kay? I asked you a question.”
“Wh-What was it?”
“I said...are you ready? Are you positive you want this? You can’t take back your virginity once its gone, sugar.”
With no hesitation, ______ reached out her hands, making a grabbing motion for Issei’s - only receiving one to hold - as she said, “I want it more than I want to go outside of the castle walls.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m more than sure.”
“Alright. Then do me a favor, yeah? Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be a bit painful at first.”
Issei slowly yanked down his underwear to reveal his fat cock. ______ never realized just how huge he was until this very moment. Issei was long and thick. And standing fully erect, dripping in precum, his dick went up to belly button. Watching him rub the precum in, ______ could feel herself getting wetter. She suddenly felt like a pervert watching Issei stroke his cock but she couldn’t turn away. Something about it was so mesmerizing and so hot.
All the while, that focused, curious look was what had Matsukawa leaking more and more. The princess’s innocence was too much for him to take and had his cock drooling, aching to slip into that tight cunt. He was going to destroy her...
“Alright, relax your body.”
No matter how calm Issei was in his instructions, ______’s whole body couldn’t help but jolt upon feeling the head of his cock begin to wet itself even more with her slick and cum. The sigh that left Issei’s lips though was so hot that ______’s whole attention was immediately given to him. Her eyes were trained on his face as he guided his cock up and down before getting ready to slip in. Issei’s hand that held ______’s gave a little squeeze as a sign he was going ahead then and ______ did her best to relax her body.
It wouldn’t matter how many deep breaths in and out she took though, they all were so shaky as she whimpered from the stretch. _______ sure thought Issei looked big, but he felt eight times bigger than what she expected. The tears that welled in her eyes and the small gasps for air had Issei stilling, thankfully. He was kind enough to rub at her thighs, hand giving a reassuring squeeze.
Issei leaned down, softly kissing her forehead, attempting to calm the princess with gentle words. “It’s gonna be alright. You can take it. You’ve been such a good girl for me. Just breathe with me for a sec, okay? I promise it’ll all feel better in a bit.”
And he was right. It took a bit definitely. But Issei was completely right. Breathing through the panic and initial discomfort, ______ was able to relax her body eventually, allowing for Issei to more comfortably pump his cock in and out of her.
“That’s it,” he hissed as he bottomed out. “Such” he drawled as he dragged his cock out, “a good” just a bit farther “girl!” and he slammed his fat cock all the way into that tight cunt. The sadistic grin was in plain view as Issei watched as the air was knocked right out of ______’s lungs. He snickered at the way her free hand gripped the sheets below her. She truly was the cutest thing.
“Ah, I’m sorry, princess. I’ll be more gentle,” he teased.
“Y-You did that on purpose,” ______ whined. But she couldn’t find it in her to protest anymore. Issei was much sweeter this time, going gentle and relishing in the grip her cunt had on him. With him being much nicer from then on, this had ______ moaning so sweetly, whining out Issei’s name every now and then.
“God, you are so tight, doll.”
Issei let go of ______’s hand to which she whined. He only offered a chuckle though as his large hands moved to the back of her thighs. Lifting them up, Issei paused for a second before bending the princess in half, grinning deviously.
“This, Princess, is called a mating press.”
Mating press, what was so special about a -
OH!
Suddenly, ______ understood it all. She was seeing stars, throat going dry at the way Issei’s cock could hit even deeper in this position. Something about it was so good that it had her hands clawing at Issei’s toned back. Her legs jolted with each deep, hard thrust of his cock. ______ was already losing the ability to string together any thoughts. What was she going to say? Other than Issei, she wasn’t sure what else was coming out of her mouth. The incoherent babbling, though, only fueled Issei’s ego.
“Aw, lil princess ‘s already dumb? Hmm?~ Is my cock that good?”
“Mm...!”
“Yeah? Were you made for me? Is this pussy all mine?”
“Mm! Mhm!”
“Good girl,” Issei moaned into ______’s ear, in turn earning a needy whine. It was like those were the magic words. ______ would do just about anything if you called her a good girl, Issei had learned quickly. And he was not against using that to his advantage.
Despite all the teasing though, Issei was coming close. The tight squeeze of ______’s cunt was just so much and threatening to make Issei cum earlier than anticipated. But with the way she sucked him in, he wasn’t going to complain too much about it.
The fat, wet, loud smack of Issei’s large balls against the princess’s ass paired deliciously with the wet squelch of her cunt with every thrust. They nearly drowned out the whiny cry from the princess.
“Cum...! Cumming!”
That was the only warning Issei received as the already tight walls constricted about his cock, forcing his own orgasm. If it hadn’t been for the sharp rake of _______’s nails and her legs wrapping about his waist, he might have had half the mind to pull out, even if it was a late reaction. But even the blissful, lewd moan that left _______’s mouth as his hot cum spilled inside of her was enough to keep his cock inside. And try as he might, Issei found his arms giving out, collapsing on top of the princess.
Neither of them made a move to untangle themselves, though. They only laid there heaving, a pile of sweaty limps and cum. _______ weakly managed to wrap her fallen arms around Issei’s neck but it didn’t stay long. She was lucky she wasn’t passed out yet, truly.
“That...” she began, hoarse. “was amazing.”
That was just enough to get Issei to laugh into ______’s shoulder. God, she really was the cutest. Placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, Issei lifted himself back up, looking down at her.
“You, my dear, are something else.”
He began to pull out and got off the bed with wobbly motions. He scooped the exhausted princess up though, arms strong as ever, heading towards the bathroom.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up and nice smelling again, shall we?”
