In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 00

Her weapon hooked around the back of his leg and jerked, pulling it out from under him and planting him onto his back. His head hit the wood flooring and he let out a loud "Ooof!" Her wooden sword tip poked against his chest as he tried to sit up, a look on her face that said she was disappointed. "You retreated straight backward. My strides are quicker and longer than yours even when you're moving forward. You've got to circle me, sidestep, my Prince." He jerked as she pushed him gently back onto the ground. "I will beat you every time, otherwise."

"You'll beat me every time, regardless." He said, taking her weapon in his palm and smacking it away from him. She smacked the back of his hand back. "Ow!"

Her eyes flashed, her voice surprisingly hot tempered. "What did I tell you about touching the blade? Treat it the same as though you were grabbing a real one. You just lost your fingers."

"I can tell." He murmured, licking against his skinned knuckles. "You don't need to remind me."

She scowled, her stern face pulling into an unexpectedly strong look for her. It was so odd to see her wearing a real expression, untempered by the presence of reticence or recalcitrance. She wasn't his stoic bodyguard, or even his kind - if ill-tempered - Aunt. She was just... Yasu. Seeing her like this reminded Martin of that look she'd worn, when he'd toddled into the royal bedchambers and found her alone and injured atop his parent's bed. He'd missed that openness.

A shame it came at the cost of his wounded limb. Yasu extended a hand and pulled him up, her muscles tensing as she quickly brought Martin to his feet. She stared sideways at him from the corner of her eye. "Pick up your blade." She said, "Shift." He broke out into a run when she said the second statement, diving to the ground and sliding on his stomach, his weapon coming into his hands as he heard the rough crack of her weapon against the floor where he'd been. He staggered to his feet, lifting his weapon as she struck in an overhead attack, driving him back towards the redstone pillar near the edge of the central part of the room.

He was winded, his arms straining as he kept the weapon lifted between himself and her own wooden pommel, held high above her head as though it were a crane's neck about to dart down into a pool of water, to spear a fish. She took a step towards him, and he took one back. Her toe dug into the ground, turning her foot to the side. He saw her leg tense just after he leapt backwards, clashing his weapon against hers and shaking as he felt his elbow bend beneath the pressure. She was a millisecond mistake, a momentary failure who brought stinging agony should he make the slightest miscalculation. Yasu was relentless, pitiless, and utterly pragmatic. Her eyes were affixed to him unblinkingly, her brow pulled down in consternation as the two panted, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. There was another rough series of clashes, Martin always keeping her at arm's length and outside his inner guard. He knew the cost of letting her get too close.


It was strange, seeing her like this. Yasu of the dōjō was nothing like the Yasu of the castle: aloof and silent and almost uncannily standoffish. Here she was like a stinging viper; she did not hesitate to get close to him, her body straining with all her might to batter him to pieces. She let her body move freely, a flowing river that struck with deadly precision. Instead of averting her eyes in his presence, or staring impassively out the door away from him when he was in his chambers she met his gaze unflinchingly. Yasu faced Martin like a person, like an opponent. Like... a friend. Martin nearly lost his concentration and barely avoided feeling the bash of her blade against his forehead. He ducked, swinging upwards to try to preemptively block her downward counterstrike. Their weapons clacked again, and he stepped backwards again, regaining his feet as she tried to circle and cut. Spotting an opportunity in the room's layout, he spun around behind the stone pillar, her weapon tapping uselessly against it as he turned and circled to the other side.

For once he had her caught off guard, her weapon blocked by the pillar as she took an extra instant of time to pull it back behind the encumbrance. Martin took to the offensive, slashing with his longer blade and forcing Yasu to try to parry. He struck high, so she blocked high. However, instead of continuing to try to attack he stepped into her guard, his foot moving between her legs as she awkwardly tried to reorient herself. Leaning forward with his elbow, he swept to the right, causing her to trip up on his leg and fall backwards onto the ground. He turned, batting her blade out of her hand and putting the wooden weapon in her face. There was a wild, truculent look in her grey eyes as they glared at him.

There was a long silence. The two panted at the startlingly intense session they had just shared. Their eyes were locked to one anothers, their faces pulled taut as they stayed in their mutually compromising positions near the point of violence. Martin huffed, his breath empty as he'd used the whole of his energy in that single, blindingly fast maneuver. "I..." He trailed off, trying to crack a cocky grin but only managing to beam a proud smile at her. "I got you down, for once!" He said.

"Guh!" Yasu growled, taking his wooden weapon by the blade side and pulling it roughly towards her. He stumbled forward, planting his foot to the right of her so he didn't accidentally step on his teacher. Yasu's leg pushed him up and over her in his stomach, sending him flying head over heels onto his back. "Agh!" He groaned, feeling the hard connection of his spine against the wooden floor. Yasu let out a small shout of emotion as she spun around, Standing up, planting herself atop his chest as she pinned his arms with her thighs. Taking the blade's handle with her other hand she rose it over Martin's head, lightly tapping the tip of it to his Adam's apple.

"Hah... Hah..." She breathed, her eyes wider than he'd ever seen them, her facial expression one of jubilant victory. "Never..." She said, as exhausted as he was, "Let your... guard down!"

Martin let out a pained chuckle. "You... you lost your fingers there. Pretty sure that counts as cheating." He struggled to extricate himself from her grasp but she merely tightened her strong thighs.

"It doesn't." She said, her face pulling down into a scowl. She lifted the hand she'd grabbed his sword with, unclenching the fist she'd kept it tightly contained in. "I lost my fingers... to save my life. You had me on the ground, my Prince..." She took in a heavy gasp of air, her look long and unwavering. "-But you didn't finish me off."

She hung over him, her body was alluringly close as it applied her warm pressure against his bare chest. Martin felt his face reddening. "Yasu..." He whispered, but she seemed to pay him no heed. Tossing the weapon away, she pulled herself off of him, sitting back onto his stomach as she untangled her legs from his arms. Martin moved slowly, like he was underwater. Like an animal initiating a desperate venture of survival, he leapt his upper body towards her, his hands moving to grip her arms by the bicep and toss her off of him. Yasu recovered immediately, leaning into his attempted fling, rolling and forcing him to overcorrect as the two moved like circling cyclones about each other.

She ended up on top again, leaning forward to grasp his wrists tight with her slender hands, pushing them back against his shoulders as she pinned him again to the ground. Her hair was disheveled, her robe scuffed at she stared from less than a foot away. Her clothing hung off of her, as her sash had come undone. She almost looked like she was wearing a half-removed towel across her otherwise exposed form. Her grey eyes were mad and unrestrained, gazing down at his with the electricity of action; for some reason, all he could think of in that moment was how incredible she was.

She let out a brusque laugh, firing air from her nostrils as she quirked her eyebrow at him. It wasn't a smile, but it was the closest he'd ever seen her come to in his entire life. Martin's eyes lidded. "An admirable attempt," She said, staying so unbearably near his face. He could feel her soft breath tickling his nose; Martin grimaced. "But you've got to-"

He leaned up, capturing her open mouth against his own. Yasu was so caught off guard by the act that her spine jerked, but her head remained in place. Martin closed his eyes, and did not see her response to his immediate kiss. He heard her, though: a sharp intake of breath, the feminine way she responded to his touch, as though the very notion of what he'd done was impossible to fathom. She didn't return his embrace, but neither did she pull away. It was Martin himself who had to lean back, his eyes opening as he felt a heavy blush drift across his face. He'd never initiated with someone like that before. It felt nice.

Yasu was shocked. Her eyes were wide, silvery circles as she stared in incomprehension at what Martin had done. He felt her grip loosen upon his wrists, her mouth opening as she gaped at her younger ward. "Wh-" She said, a ghost of a voice as her pale cheeks reddened. She still didn't move or shift position from her place above him. It was as though she'd been frozen in time. As if to break the spell of intransigence that had kept him in place, Martin slowly reached up to cup Yasu's cheeks in his palms. Her hands, still at his wrists, held them protectively but without any real pressure, as if afraid of letting him go but terrified to stop him. Her eyes stared back at his, a strange, emotional color filling her irises as her brow lifted and looked at the Prince in a way she'd never seemed to consider, before.

Like a dam breaking forth the two were seized by sudden physicality. Martin pulled Yasu's face down atop his and she let him, leaning forward with her own body to press her lips fiercely to his. In moments they were open-mouthed kissing, her weight falling atop him like the release of the tension that streamed through their molding forms. Martin poked his tongue forward, and she relented, allowing him to lick against her, trading saliva as he held her tight against him. He came up for air like a swimmer trying to drown himself: reluctantly, and only because his very biology demanded he do it. The two already winded combatants were now breathless, their eyes lidded as they stared at one another. Martin sat up, carrying Yasu's slightly taller torso up with him as she planted her hands against his chest. His arms encircled her, and they sat together, groin to groin, as her chest pressed against his own. He could feel her, through the fabric. She was so warm.

"I..." She turned her head away, exposing her bare neck as she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. "Why?" She asked, her voice hoarse as she inhaled sharply through her nose and teeth. Martin bent down and kissed her against the throat, his hands roaming across her back as he explored her body. Their weapons lay strewn about the room, discarded and forgotten. The training session was over, yet neither wanted to leave. The day was turning to evening, but neither gave a thought to the world outside this quiet, tranquil place.

Yasu pulled her head back, her chin lowering as she looked meaningfully at Martin. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. He reached forward, his fingers trailing along the side of her face as he moved behind her small ears. Yasu shuddered, not comprehending where he was going as he reached behind her head. With slow deference, he removed the braid of her ponytail, allowing her dusky hair to spill freely down atop her head, around her face, and down to her chin. Yasu blushed, brushing away a lock of hair that split and drifted across her vision of him.

"Yasu, I-" Martin began, but he stopped himself as well. He could no more explain his actions any more than she could solve the mystery of why she let him. He leaned forward again, kissing her as her bangs trailed between their faces. They exchanged gentle pecks, her hips against his as his erection swelled beneath him. She had to be able to feel him, his growing manhood against her. Martin would have felt more ashamed if he weren't so caught up in the moment. Yasu was was so warm down there, like a gradient of heat that peaked as it neared her sex. At last her arms encircled his back, pulling him tight to her body as she gave in to the last shred of restraint that kept them apart. Martin, the young man that he was, began to gently dry hump against her. She responded, hesitantly, in kind.

The Prince pulled back for a moment, his hands placing themselves against the central seam of her foreign, angular dress, attempting to peel apart the fabric that held her naked body trapped within. "N-nuh!" She reacted half-consciously, her arms crossing over her chest as she clutched chastely to herself. Her expression was innocently embarrassed, more ashamed than denying. "It- I- I look..." She stammered out. The look of fear that crossed her face made Martin realize what she was trying to hide.

"I've seen them." He said, his hand extending slowly in front of him, his fingers gently reaching out to her. Her shoulders shook and she hunched down into herself. Martin took her by the shoulders, leaning forward so she laid back against the wood floor. Her breathing was high-pitched and asthmatic, not so much out of breath as frightened to even inhale. Her hair fell behind her, trailing back like a cushion of smoky black. She continued to clutch herself, her thighs rubbing together as she looked up at Martin, unable to make herself take that final step and reveal herself to him. "Here." He said, leaning forward and taking her hands in his, "Let me." He moved them aside, her fingers squeezing his in affection as she opened her body to him.

He peeled aside the folds of her Kimono, revealing her naked flesh to the heavy air of the murky room. His fingers, trembling, reached out to touch the thing she had been hiding from him. Yasu closed her eyes and looked away, an image of pain on her face. Martin's hands pursued the disfigurement on her skin: the stab wounds and the arrow perforation marks and the deep, heavy cut down the middle of her right collarbone. The presence of her scarred arms and shoulders made her seem more bare to him than her pale, supple breasts did, sitting like small orbs of flesh across her upper body. Martin's hand placed itself at the nadir of her muscled abdomen, tracing the deep wound of the spear that had pierced her belly. Her stomach tightened and she leaned up slightly, as though he'd been tickling her.

"M-my Prince-" She said. She sounded so... so scared. Her hand went against his arm, reaching beneath the side and placing itself atop his bicep. "I shouldn't..."

"Why?" He asked, but she didn't have an answer to him. She looked away again, her gaze fixing on some unknowable spot across the wood floor as a profound blush worked its way up her neck and filled her face.

"I've... I've never-" She said, using her chastity like a shield. "I'm a virgin." She said. "I d-don't know how to-"

"I was, too..." He replied sheepishly, "Until recently. It's less complicated than you'd think."

He crawled forward so that he hung above her. Her hands went across his sides, feeling the bare skin of him as he came close to her timorous body. Her clothing was like a cocoon that had pulled itself apart, revealing the beautiful girl beneath. She squirmed in her place. Yasu's eyes struggled to match his. "I know. Miran- General Telris told me."

"Oh..." Martin said trailing off. Why did she have to brag about it to everyone? First Queen Moiraine, and now-

"You have better things to do with your time, than lay with me." Yasu said, her eyes averted as she pointedly refused to look his way. "Better people..."

Martin looked at her. "You're the best I know." He said, his back hunching as he felt her fingers against him. She let out a tsk of disdain.

"Don't be a fool." She said, trying to take a stolid tone but merely sounding uncertain. "I'm not helping you learn to fight; I'm just a bodyguard. This isn't a game."

"I'm not playing one." Martin said. His hand went to her neck and she moaned. "I just want... I want you, Yasu."

"I'm your protector." She said, dodging the statement.


"You're far more than that to me." He replied. She let loose a derisive breath. "I'll prove it." He said, his head drifting back from her own as he moved to her waist. His hands circled her hips. Like lightning the half-naked girl jolted her hands forward. "W-what are you doing?" She exclaimed as he hooked his fingers around the edges of her white panties.


"Trying something new." He said, taking the lead. He planted a smooch atop her warm mound, his tongue licking the fabric. He could feel the heat of her skin and the pressure of her body through it. Slowly, he pulled the fabric off of her, peeling it down her milky thighs as she wriggled weakly beneath him. For all her strength, she seemed powerless to stop him. Martin's eyes alighted as he pulled the full of her fabric away, exposing her humble line of sexual skin and softly twisting and shifting inner thighs. She had the barest tuft of silky, dark pubic hair, trimmed and kepmt like a razorline along her skin.

He leaned forward, kissing her atop her mound again, his lips pressing down on the seam of skin just between her mons and her lower lips. Yasu's legs instinctively rose and tensed as he did so, her hands going against his head. Martin could feel her fingers trail through his blonde curls, her cloying touch a reassuring presence as he kissed the fleshy bulb that contained her clitoris... the General had taught him that, when they had gone out riding. "Give a girl a taste of your tongue right there, Martin-" She had said, pulling his head down tight against her own crotch, "And you'll make a new friend even faster than you pop a boner!"

Illicit allusions to his overly-functional erectile abilities notwithstanding, the coy General was not wrong. As Martin licked against Yasu's clit she let out an anomalous cry of sensation, her fingers tightening hard against his head as she noticeably moistened. "S-stop!" She said, her voice sounding like she wanted him to do anything else in the world, besides halting. "Hahnn!" Yasu bit her lip, her face scrunching as she tried to dial in to his slow, plodding pace down the length of her labia. The young Prince noticed that her legs subtly rose into the air, her knees pulling up at a triangular angle as she resigned herself to his tongue lashing.

Her breath was heavy, her navel a den from which waves of sexual heat radiated. Martin could smell something on the air, something so alluring and feminine that he continued his foray into her innards with nary a second thought. He couldn't get enough of her, touching her, tasting her. It was like some strange dream that had overcome the young man as he found himself training with his mentor in ways completely new to the both of them. Her legs wrapped around the back of his neck, forming an X from her thighs as she pulled her harder down onto him. Her head was laid back against her clothing, her moans low and restrained as she turned, twitched, and arched her back to the press of him within her. Martin kept licking.

"Ahn!" She let out a girlish squeal, her toes curling behind his head as he felt a small splash of wetness hit his face. She'd just cum from him. The realization made Martin more proud than besting her in combat had. Slowly, he applied his fingers too, his index sliding into her damp hole as he licked the top of her, sliding up along the lipline before suckling from her mound in a slow, circular motion. She let out a gasp, her head lifting up as her body tensed against him. Her legs were still in the air, but he looked up from his compromising position and saw her sitting up, her arms erect like pillars as she looked down at him tasting her, her hair as untidy and free-flowing as he'd ever seen it. She looked practically like a different person, with her red face, her concealing bangs, and the deep expression in her eyes.