In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 00

"Wait!" She gasped, her tone throaty and throttled. Her hand placed itself onto his bare shoulder. "Please, I can't take it anymore!"

Martin licked his lips, his face wet from her juices. "What do you mean-" But she pulled him up from his place at the divide between her legs. She pulled him roughly atop her, leaning back against the ground as she dragged him over her body, his erection peaking between them as he leveled with her body. Martin leaned down, kissing Yasu with his recently-vacated lips. She grimaced, seeming to be troubled by the way her own wetness tasted on her tongue. They kissed for a long moment, before Martin pulled back, kneeling at the base of her thighs as she curled up into a surprisingly womanly position. Her thighs pressed together, her knees bent slightly, cupping the two together as she rubbed her foot back against her ankle. She self-consciously put her arms over her shoulders, concealing most of her scars but ironically crushing her breasts together and displaying her modest cleavage. Her hair fell behind her like rain, her face exposed and open.

She looked at him, her grey orbs matching his green ones as she stared. Her Kimono splayed open at either side of her, her cheeks coloring as she haltingly spoke: "Take me, my Prince." It was a whisper, a noiseless entreaty that sounded like booming thunderclaps in Martin's ear. He leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of her, beneath her armpits. He used one hand to fumblingly align against her hole, his head matching against the slickness of her slit as her lower lip quivered, her brow pulling down in uncertainty. At last, he felt himself find purchase against her pussy, his cock sliding into her as the tip of his head pressed inwards.

Yasu cried out, her back arching immediately as she was struck by the touch of him. "Uh!" She said, "Uhnnnn!" She shivered. Had Martin not himself been enraptured by the feeling and sensation she gave, he'd have been left stricken by the way her cheek twitched when he reached inside. She was so tight! Her inside was so much more compressed than Miranda's had been. Yet, for some reason he felt no resistance from a certain crescent-shaped part of the female anatomy that Aveline had taught to him... between her spirited blowjob session.

"Where..." He murmured, his body hunching down atop her as she clung to his back. "What happened to your hymen?" He said. She squinted her eyes as she moaned, her body shaking as he began to press deeper within her.


"I l-lost it..." She said, her face reddening. "I am- I was a maiden, my Prince. I just..." She looked away, her eyes closing as she let out a deep sigh. "In the heat of battle."

"With..." He trailed off, his gentle thrust slowing as he contemplated her implication. "When you fought alongside my father? At the-" She nodded, her eyes refusing to open; she let out a shuddering sigh; her right hand circled her stomach and toyed with the deep inset of the spear wound near her navel.

"Just..." She turned back to look at him, her eyes peeking open like tiny grey fluffs of cloud. "Don't stop?"

Martin moved again, his slender hips leaning into her as she arched her navel backwards slightly to accommodate him. As wet as she was, he slid deeply into her, only stopping once he had reached the better half of his prodigious length into her. He stopped once he saw a look of pained trepidation furrow her brow. Slowly, he dragged himself backwards, feeling her inner walls contract and press against his thickness as he drew back from her. "Haa..." He breathed, his voice deep as he indulged in a supremely masculine experience. Yasu shifted beneath him, her legs lifting as she opened her stance for him to enter her further.

They began to set a slow pace, his hips rocking gently against hers but never managing to press completely against the lithe woman's waist. Yasu, for her part, did her utmost to reciprocate, but seemed for once pliant and yielding to his moves, her warm embrace tightening him to her chest as she buried her head in his shoulder. Her upper body strength was such that when she wrapped her legs in a vice around his back and cried out, she lifted herself completely off the ground, her back hovering by a few inches as Martin began to drive into her with longer, stronger, more confident strokes.

She panted, her eyes lidded as she looked up at Martin. Her mouth was open, and her slim tongue sat paralyzed, the only sounds emitting from her were her soft, unenunciated cries in the back of her throat, the sound of her skin touching against Martin's, and the heavy schlick of his cock as it threaded its way through her love canal, each stroke becoming more vigorous, intense, and animalistic. She dropped her back down to the ground again, lifting her legs along his sides to hook them over his shoulders. He moved each of his spoke-like arms in turn as she planted them over his shoulder, her toes extending as his hips mashed her almost down to his base. She still couldn't take him, and the tight fit of her vagina was all but unbearable to Martin's still inexperienced sexuality. The fact that it was her only made things worse.

He grunted, his voice sounded heavy, as though he'd lowered octaves in his youthful voice. Yasu began to let out genuine moans of joy, her body responding in kind to his movements as she accepted him in his totality. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as the older woman groaned, her voice rising as she lifted her head, shuddering out a heady orgasm. Girlcum squirted onto his crotch and Martin continued, feeling the delicious sensation of complete sexual conquest, his frightened love becoming just as engulfed by their emotions as he was, sharing for a long moment the feeling of being together.

She was... her eyes were so warm, despite the cold exterior. Her touch was so gentle, although she could wring the life out of him in a hundred different ways. Her voice was a whimper, a whisper, a simmering taste of her feelings that she never revealed to others. Martin, for all his years seeing her by his side, guarding him, protecting him, guiding him... he'd never felt so close to her. To anyone. Though no words were spoken, the way her legs bent behind his back, the way her hands cupped his biceps on either side of his arms as he moved within her, the sublime sound of her body accepting his insistent press, made Martin aware of more about Yasu than he'd ever learned in his sparse and barren conversations.

She was shy; she was uncertain; she tried to keep herself disconnected despite her own desperate wish for contact. Her eyes fluttered when she let her guard down, whereas normally she'd stare unblinking at you for what felt like minutes at a time. She was - in a word - a different person, an amazing person. Martin was both astonished and immensely grateful that he'd seen this side of her. Yasu, rather than the bodyguard.

He groaned as he felt himself tightening, her third orgasm rolling across her like a wave as her body tightened around his thickness like a vice. Martin's breath came out sharply through his nose as he felt the rush of semen shoot up his urethra. Unable to pull out in time, and held tight by Yasu's own arms and pulling legs, he hilted himself as deeply as he could go with his large penis and began to shoot himself within her. Yasu didn't seem to mind, her mouth opening as she let out her own orgiastic cry. "My Prince!" She shouted, her back twitching as he emptied within her. She lowered her head after several seconds, her eyes matching his as she came down from the orgasm. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling from her face as she panted. It took her some time more before she started forward. Her hands went to his chest, pushing him roughly off of her.

"P-pull out!" She groaned, "You're... inside!"

"I..." He breathed, "I know." Martin leaned his head down and kissed the side of her neck. She moaned. "I couldn't get out. You wouldn't let me."

Yasu struggled to give him a scowl but only managed to blush harder. She tried to lean back as her eyes traced across the nakedness of his body. "You're a foolish boy, my Prince." She said. It was empty of rancor, merely a notation of his - and perhaps her own - choice in partner. Martin collapsed to her right, their bodies melding together as they came free from their sexual coitus. Martin kissed her face, but found the post-sex Yasu to be a much more obstinate lover, closing her lips and looking away when he tried to lean her into a smooch. After a moment's confusion, he put a hand to her cheek.

"What's wrong?" He said, "Was it... did you hate it?"


Her eyes snapped to him far too quickly. She moved to speak but stopped herself, her face lowering to a much more subdued expression. "No, my Prince." She practically whispered. "Quite the opposite. But this was a mistake."

"Well, the floor might need some cleaning now, but-" He started to joke, but she put a hand upon his shoulder.

"My Prince," She said, "This shouldn't have happened. I let my emotions get the better of me. You're... You are my liege, and my charge." Yasu closed her eyes, her face hardening as she sat up, her form nude but her body language moving as though she were in full battle gear. "I can't pretend that the task I've been given is somehow less important than what we just did. I should be training with you, not engaging in carnal relations."

Way to take the fun out of calling it 'sex.' Martin thought wryly to himself. To Yasu he said: "This is important, too. You and I-"

"-Need to learn to control ourselves." She finished for him, her eyes flashing as craned her neck back to face him. It was an amazing thing to see: her pale, bare bottom and strong, arched back with her hair trailing down like rain across her face. Though her expression was grim, Martin could see a different gleam in her grey orbs. "I'm your Bodyguard, not your concubine. If my only job was to please you sexually, then I have done my job. But this is important, my Prince. You have to learn how to properly defend yourself." She turned away, her scarred shoulders sagging as she lowered her head. "And I don't think I'm capable of providing it to you."

She strode out of the room, heedless of her nakedness or the forlorn and long-looked way Martin watched her go.

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Yasu poked her head into Queen Moiraine's antechamber with a heavy heart and a confused mess of thoughts. She'd never wanted to grin like an idiot and commit ritual suicide all in the same moment. It was... an odd experience. The Queen was alone, sipping from a cup of prepared tea as she stared out contemplatively from the balcony of the royal bedroom. Yasu shifted uncertainly in the late afternoon light. She'd never felt comfortable in this place, after all that had happened.

At last the Queen deigned to notice her. "Yes, Yasu?" She said, the tall blonde milf not bothering to look behind her. The sun was setting and she seemed almost wreathed in red, flaming light. "Has Martin had a problem with training? I heard word that he hasn't shown up to Miranda's horseback riding lesson. It's not like him to be so belated."

"Yes." Yasu replied, shifting her kimono's sash in discomfit. She'd hurriedly redressed for the occasion. "Or at least, I had a problem."

The Queen turned her head perpendicular to Yasu's body, her one eyes flicking over to gaze at her as she lifted the cup to her face again. "Oh? And why is that?"

Yasu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She felt so ashamed. "I... your Grace, that is-" She clenched her fist and sighed. "I can no longer serve as your son's bodyguard and martial instructor. I request leave to... I will do whatever you ask, your Grace."

Moiraine's eye remained fixed on Yasu's. She found it hard to keep her vision level with the older matron. Slowly the Queen lowered her cup and placed it onto the table in front of her. She then turned, facing Yasu fully. "What seems to be the problem? I thought you and Martin got along quite well."

Too well. "We do, your Grace." She said, shifting position uncomfortably. "It's not how we interact that's the problem. Martin is a model student and well on the path to being a skilled warrior. I just-"

A look of understanding came across Moiraine's face. She let loose a small, sultry smile. "Ah, I see. The Prince and you have been bedded, then."

Yasu's face reddened in a rush. "What? N-no! I-"

"It's to be expected. My son is very fond of you. He has been his whole life. And I've seen the way you look at him, ushering him from place to place like a worrying little hen." The Queen chuckled, her large breasts rippling as she winked conspiratorially at the mortified warrior. "It's about time someone with a more... calming voice taught him something about the rules of romance. General Telris is an excellent battle commander and a skilled lover..." Moiraine's full lips quirked, "But she's not exactly a 'stabilizing force' for a would-be King. She might have taken his virginity, but I'm glad the two of you finally got the chance to consummate your feelings. It may in the long run prove to be quite conducive to his political development."

Yasu took a step towards her sovereign, fighting to keep her emotions under control. "Y-your Grace, I'm not sure you understand my intentions. I cannot properly teach him, nor protect him if my feelings are compromised. He... he's my-"

Moiraine laughed, "He's your nephew, your charge, your pupil, and now your lover. What is one more title to add to your resume? To be perfectly frank, this is actually a good opportunity." The Queen rubbed a gloved thumb against her perfect, pointed chin as she thought. "Perhaps you might teach the boy a bit of 'sexual' training while you are at it. I know you're already in the midst of combat training, but he could use a-"

Yasu's face blanched, "Your Grace!" She said, scandalized. And not a little excited. "I can't- He's..." She ran out of words. Moiraine tut-tutted her.

"You're a kind woman, Yasu. And I respect you attempting to preserve your honor in this." Her smile grew, "But I think you underestimate the blood that flows through that boy, and the danger that such a sexual power can be, both to those who bear it, and those who sense it." Her eyebrow rose, "I am unconcerned about your decision to enter into a dalliance with my son. Frankly, I'm sad I never thought of the idea myself, before. I just hope you can lead him in the right direction in the future." Her smile was as blinding as it was not reassuring. "Will that be all??"

"I... He..." Yasu tried to say, before letting out a heavy breath and shaking her head.

"Good. Then if you'll excuse me, I have a private dinner I must attend to. Would you send in the General? I believe she's waiting outside..."