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"Princess Iselde! Please get away from there!"
Iselde tsked and dropped the (sheathed) sword she'd picked up, raising her hands in innocence. She turned to face her knight, arranging her facial features into something more appropriately princess-like. "Yes, my knight?"
Alexis picked up Iselde's hand and inspected the palm, only letting go once she was satisfied that the hand was as unblemished and uncallused as it had been Iselde's entire life.
Boring.
Iselde forced her face to remain in the vaguely pleasant and doe-eyed, sweet expression she had perfected over the course of 20 years of her life even as she continued scheming how she might get into the armory again without Alexis finding her.
"Princess, you know you mustn't do anything that risks harm to yourself," Alexis chided, as if she could hear Iselde's thoughts. "Why were you even in the armory?"
"I was... looking for you!" Iselde widened her eyes even more innocently doe-like. Any more and she would transform into a deer directly. "I thought you might be... sharpening your weapons here?" It sounded plausible, anyway. In reality, Iselde had seen Alexis go into the mess hall and had taken the opportunity to slip unseen into the armory. Or so she had thought. Hmm, maybe she would have to go in the middle of the night? No, there were so few people moving about the castle at night that the night watch would surely catch her.
Her last guardian knight had been an elderly gentleman named Rolfe who had been Iselde's shadow since she was a little girl. His hands shook but his voice was kind, and he had been either willing or blind to Iselde's daily trips to the bridge above the training grounds and then to the armory where she had wielded blunt wooden blades to practice the forms she observed. When he'd finally retired to join the great majority two months ago, Iselde had felt something in her heart go with him.
Now, Iselde had no problems with her newly appointed guardian. Alexis was a lady knight, which wasn't explicitly disallowed but no woman had ever attempted the knight's trial before her. She surely faced many of the same comments that people said about Iselde herself as a woman existing in a castle of self-important men, except worse because she was obliged to work with them. Iselde was fairly sure that Alexis had been assigned to guard duty as a convenient way of giving her a "task" that would technically fulfill a knight's honor without forcing the male knights to work with her. It all reeked of the annoying reality of being a woman in the castle, and Iselde did her best to cope with the rage of it all by avoiding Alexis as much as possible.
Unfortunately, Alexis had caught Iselde redhanded at her favorite activity, and the jury was still out on whether her brainless princess acting skills were adequate.
Alexis frowned, drawing Iselde's attention to her lips. For all that the knight had been a constant shadow to Iselde for the past two months, the princess had always had a shadow and was experienced in ignoring the constant presence of guards. This was the first time Iselde had really looked at Alexis, and she was surprised to notice her lips were nicely shaped, the lower lip full and pink. Then those lips started moving, and with a jolt Iselde remembered to listen.
"Princess, I apologize deeply for not being at your side when you needed me!" Alexis dropped to one knee and bowed her head in deference. Iselde, now primed to notice her new knight's body, took in the long, lean line from Alexis's neck to her lower back visible through the simple tunic she wore. It was a nice back, albeit hidden under the loose folds of her clothing. Idly, Iselde wondered what her body looked like underneath, and then she caught herself having that thought and considered...
"Rise, my knight." Iselde extended a hand imperiously.
Alexis's head raised and then snapped the rest of the way up, eyebrows lifting at Iselde's outstretched palm. Cautiously, she took the proffered hand and stood slowly. Iselde's eyes followed her face as it came up, and up, and up. How had she never noticed how much taller Alexis was than her? She was on the small side, but Alexis absolutely dwarfed her. SHe felt a thrill run through her at the thought.
Iselde continued looking for a moment, taking in the dark hair cropped short above her knight's ears, her honeyed brown eyes, her sharp cheekbones, and the strong hand that was still clasped in her own.
I don't think I mind this new knight anymore, Iselde thought.
She let Alexis's hand drop and then swept past her out of the armory. "Come along, my knight. I require your assistance in my bedchambers."
"My lady?" Alexis asked, hovering at the entrance to the princess's rooms. She had never been inside before; guard duty extended only to the door to the bedchambers to allow the princess her privacy.
"Yes?" Iselde turned to face her, fully aware that she had never invited Rolfe inside and that Alexis expected the same treatment.
Alexis was going to receive an education today about the treatment the princess expected of her.
"What assistance could you require of me... here? That your maids do not provide for you, I mean."
Iselde frowned lightly, her brow wrinkling into an expression of cute confusion that she had practiced in front of the mirror many times. "Are you questioning my task for you, my knight?"
"Ah, I meant no disrespect, my princess!" Alexis stammered, her hands raising as if to assure the lack of offense she intended.
Iselde advanced towards her slowly. "Perhaps you fear you are not up to the task? Even though it is a task I can entrust only to you, out of all my retinue?"
She could see the effect her words had on Alexis. As suspected, the combination of a challenge and the honor of being bestowed the trust of a royal family member was irresistible to knights. Alexis's expression set in determination. "You can count on me, Princess Iselde! My purpose is to be in your service!"
"I knew I could depend on you, my knight." Iselde turned and strode past the antechamber until she reached her enormous bed, looking back to make sure Alexis had followed. Once there, she faced Alexis fully, her own back to the mattress.
"My knight," she began. "As you know, I have been hard at work with my studies."
"Yes, of course, my lady!" Alexis replied. "I have seen candlelight from your chambers and even heard your voice cry out in frustration late at night! Surely you are overexerting yourself! Er, not that it’s my place to say.”
Iselde’s mouth twitched. “Exactly. I have been overexerting myself, and as such I believe a massage is in order. As a knight skilled in combat, I require your strong hands to loosen my muscles.”
Alexis tilted her head, surprised. “You want me to… I don’t understand?”
Iselde began untying the ribbons that held her plain daygown together. She’d dressed simply today with the intention of some exercise in the armory, and now that her plans had pivoted she appreciated that she did not need a lady-in-waiting to help her disrobe. “Massage? Surely you must know of it. When one has a sore back from sitting too long, there is simply no better solution.”
“My lady!” Alexis cried. “I understand completely. Practicing my daily 200 forms for sword training often leaves me in such discomfort. How may I be of assistance to you?"
200 forms? Daily? Was Alexis even human? How defined must her muscles be? Iselde wondered. She barely held back the urge to lick her lips. Aloud, she said, “It is my upper back. When I am ah, hard at work at night studying, I tend to pore over my books. Like so.” She demonstrated a hunched neck and back and let out an exaggerated groan. “As you can observe, it is unseemly for a princess to give even the impression of such posture. As my loyal knight, I can only ask you to relieve my ails.”
“Of course, my princess!” Alexis stepped closer and clasped Iselde’s hands in her own, her eyes sparkling bright. “Anything I can do for you, your wish is my command!”
“Excellent,” Iselde breathed, staring into Alexis’s open, innocent face.
This knight was going to be even more fun than she’d originally thought.
She shook herself mentally and freed her hands discard the daygown. Once she was in only her undergown, Iselde eyed Alexis’s outfit. “You must disrobe as well,” she declared. “It would not do to wear your outside clothes, as you will have to be in my bed to perform your duty.”
“Y-yes, my princess!” Alexis scrambled to undo the buckles holding her light leather chestpiece in place and removed her tunic and breeches.
(And what a scandal that had been, when Alexis showed up to her first day as a knight in breeches. But the controversy had been snuffed when some of the knights wore skirts the next day instead of their own breeches, in the spirit of fairness.)
Iselde hefted herself up onto the bed and scooted to the center. When Alexis was dressed only in a simple long linen shirt, Iselde beckoned her up. Alexis inched closer, and closer, and closer, until finally Iselde deemed her seated close enough.
And then Princess Iselde, eldest daughter of the kingdom, renowned for her shy daintiness, shrugged off her undergown in one fluid movement.
Iselde saw Alexis’s face flame immediately, but not for long because she turned around and scooted her bottom into Alexis’s lap. She could feel the burning heat of Alexis’s thighs through the linen undershirt, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
"Your hands," Iselde commanded. "Place them on my shoulders."
"Princess," Alexis cajoled. "Are you sure—"
"The effectiveness of your massage will be increased by fewer layers between us, will it not?" Iselde interrupted.
Iselde heard a sharp intake of breath and then a rustle of fabric before two hands wrapped their warm heat around her shoulders. She suppressed a shudder of anticipation and drew breath to speak. "Begin."
There was the briefest pause, and then the knight's thumbs pushed gently into the muscles between Iselde's shoulders. Too gently. "Harder," Iselde said, voice on the edge of a whine.
Alexis obliged, and Iselde couldn't stop herself from letting out a real moan. Those strong hands that had honed their skills in swordcraft were equally deft at plying her body. Alexis had long, slender fingers that caused her hands to span most of Iselde's back, extending around to her sides. The feel of her thumbs digging into Iselde's muscles made the princess wish she could take up sparring if only to be pinned helplessly under her knight.
Emboldened by Iselde's response, Alexis began to shift her grip, massaging higher and lower and alternating using her palms and her thumbs. Iselde's pussy squeezed again, and she was suddenly aware of the very real possibility of leaving a wet spot on Alexis's thigh before she was ready.
"Stop," she commanded.
Alexis stopped at once. "Princess, did I hurt you—?"
Iselde was already shifting forward to lie on her stomach. Once her hands were tucked under her cheek and her face was turned to the side, she declared, "My knight, your touch is doing wonders for my aching muscles already. However, I find that I must have strained myself more than I thought, and thus I require you to sit astride me so that you may better apply your strength." She punctuated her sentence by clenching her buttocks; she could feel Alexis's gaze snap to them.
"Princess," Alexis hedged. "I'm not certain if... this is proper?"
"My knight," Iselde sighed. "I have endured countless hours and years of etiquette lessons in order to protect the dignity of this kingdom. As you are an expert in your swords, I believe I know more about what is proper than you."
"O-of course, Princess!" Alexis scrambled to Iselde's side and swung a leg up and over, seating herself as directed.
The rough texture of the linen shirt dragged over Iselde’s soft skin, and then the weighty heat of Alexis's body settled on top of her. She couldn't help but shiver at the sensation, causing Alexis to ask, "Princess, are you cold?"
"Mmm, a little. You may warm me by continuing your massage. I find that it is my entire back after all, not simply the upper portion."
"Right away, my princess!" And then Alexis's wondrous hands returned, sliding firmly up and down Iselde’s skin and leaving trails of warmth everywhere she touched. The firm pressure felt so good; while Iselde might have fibbed about the exact nature of what she was doing, it was true she spent her late nights engaged in activities that left her feeling sore afterwards. Alexis seemed to be naturally gifted at massages, for she seemed to melt away tension Iselde didn’t even know she held in her body.
Aside from the sexual tension, that is. Iselde swallowed heavily, shifting her legs so she could feel the wetness gathering between her lower lips.
When Alexis’s hands moved a little further down, sweeping across the upper portion of Iselde’s buttocks, the princess decided to enact the next stage of her devious plan. "Lower, my knight, if you please."
"Lower?" Alexis's hands paused for a moment and then did as instructed, squeezing handfuls of pert flesh in the thickest part of Iselde's buttocks. Ass, her inner voice provided, and giggled. She had always enjoyed picking up crude language from the knights she spied upon.
Alexis scooted further down Iselde's legs to give herself more space to work, and Iselde chanced a peek over her shoulder. Through the veil of inky black strands of hair, she took in Alexis's flushed cheeks and those plush pink lips parted slightly in what Iselde hoped was desire. She turned her face back to a more comfortable angle and smiled secretly.
Inevitably, Alexis's thumbs brushed the inner portion of skin between her buttocks and pulled slightly. Iselde exhaled roughly. "More!" she demanded. "My knight, you must be quite skillful in the art of massage, to have determined the key to relaxing my tired muscles."
"The other knights do this for each other, sometimes," Alexis replied faintly. An instant later, Iselde felt a tentative touch spread her buttocks slightly. "Like this, Princess?"
"Lower," Iselde said in a voice that wasn't a moan but wasn't not a moan either.
Alexis's thumbs dipped obediently lower and now pressed into the junction of thigh and what Iselde knew to be the very wet folds of her core. "Here?" Her voice was so slight that Iselde struggled to catch the word.
Iselde smirked into the pillow. "Deeper."
All ten of Alexis's fingers clenched tightly. The tips of her thumbs slid upward, just a little, landing definitively on her folds now. Iselde's breath hitched without her permission.
"My knight," she gasped. "How could you have known the true source of my ails? As you apply your hand, I can feel my aches fading. You surely must be a genius masseuse, to have determined the correct path for your hands to follow. Keep going deeper and do not stop, I implore you!"
Alexis squeaked, "Princess, I'm not sure I understand. Surely you don't mean deeper... inside?"
"But of course, my knight!" Iselde squirmed, her hips bucking back in an attempt to relieve the anticipation, but Alexis's hands were too strong and held fast. "Please, only you can do this for me, I beg you! You must continue!"
"As you wish, Princess!" Alexis back snapped straight as she responded with renewed vigor at Iselde's plea. Her fingers grabbed roughly and then pulled apart, spreading Iselde wide. Iselde imagined what she might be seeing, the glistening folds nestled in her most secret place, and her core clenched involuntarily.
An instant later, whatever plan Iselde had evaporated, for Alexis had let go of her right buttock and a second later, Iselde felt a finger stroke up and down and back again over the wet seam of her lips. Iselde moaned, her brain whiting out with the anticipation of pleasure.
And then, that finger pushed at her entrance. Iselde's sopping wet folds parted easily, allowing the intrusion inside of her. Inside your pussy! the inner voice whooped with delight just as Alexis's finger began to move.
Iselde had experimented many a time with various things inside of her, but nothing had prepared her for the feeling of another human’s finger slowly stroking the inner walls of her pussy, drawing in and out, pushing as deep as she could and then doing it all over again. "More," Iselde moaned.
Alexis paused, then withdrew her finger. Iselde was about to cry out in frustration when two fingers took its place. The stretch was perfect; Iselde's pussy clenched around the new width with ease as Alexis resumed her previous ministrations. Everything felt twice as good this time, perhaps even more so, yet Iselde felt there was still more pleasure to be found. "More," she whined, her hips bucking back.
Rather than add another finger, Alexis sped up, and the resulting sensation was...
Iselde, in all her years of princess education, found that her curriculum had been lacking in vocabulary to describe the sexual bliss of being fingerfucked. Thank you, commoner language, for preparing me adequately for this moment, her inner voice praised. But it was quickly drowned out by the waves of pleasure Iselde was feeling as Alexis's fingers pounded her depths and dragged against her walls. She could feel more wetness gathering even as Alexis's fingers pulled it away and slammed back in, again and again and again.
Her clitoris pulsed in desire, and Iselde made up her mind. "My knight!" she gasped. "Wait a moment."
"Princess?" Alexis replied, withdrawing her fingers. She sounded out of breath, which was unusual because surely this amount of physical exertion was nothing compared to combat practice. No matter; Iselde had a more pressing issue to address.
"I need to turn over," she declared. "You are unable to access an essential part of this massage." Without waiting for an answer, Iselde flipped onto her back, allowing her legs to settle naturally on either side of Alexis's kneeling form. Her hands then slid down her body, taking a leisurely path around her full breasts to heft their weight and thumb at her nipples. Intensely aware of Alexis's burning gaze on her, Iselde trailed her right hand further down, skimming the skin until her fingertips reached her clitoris. At the first contact to her overly sensitive nub, her entire body shivered, and she pushed more firmly. "Here," she directed. "You must touch me here."
"Yes, my princess," Alexis breathed, her face flushed bright red and her eyes fixed on Iselde's pussy. Without further delay, she heeded her princess's instructions.
First came a tentative touch with one finger to her clitoris, then a second, firmer rub with two fingers. Iselde barely held herself back from jumping. Then, Alexis began to rub, her fingers sliding through the slick wetness and swirling around and around Iselde's swollen button. Iselde felt herself flush, heat gathering in her cheeks and chest and spreading to the tops of her breasts.
And then Alexis took her other hand and slid two fingers inside Iselde, never ceasing in her skillful manipulation of Iselde's clitoris.
"Ah!" Iselde cried out, her pussy clenching reflexively around Alexis's fingers. "Ahhh, please, keep going!"
"Is the massage... to your satisfaction, princess?" Alexis panted, her fingers stretching and rubbing and exploring inside Iselde.
"Yes... yes, my knight!" Iselde moaned, her eyes falling closed. She rocked back against Alexis, striving for more contact. Alexis obliged, her other hand speeding up and rubbing across Iselde's poor little clitoris faster and faster even as the fingers inside her gently pushed against Iselde's clenched tight inner walls.
Iselde could feel something building inside her. It was the same wave she chased night after night in this very room, on this bed, by herself as she read the dirty books pilfered from her maidservants. This time, though, there was a very handsome lady knight between her legs building those sensations with very clever, nimble fingers.
Her eyes peeked open and immediately met Alexis's gaze, which was focused entirely on the princess laid out before her. "My princess," Alexis breathed. "You are so very beautiful." Her fingers dipped low and then rubbed all around Iselde's pussy with firm and broad strokes, and that was it.
Iselde moaned loudly as she began to come, her body bucking and her pussy clenching around the fingers of Alexis's other hand, which were still moving slowly within her. Iselde had never had anything for her pussy to squeeze on during her completion, and she swore now that she would never be so empty again during her bedroom activities. Her mind was white with pleasure heretofore unknown to her.
When the haze of her completion finally began to ebb, Iselde became aware of Alexis staring at her, her mouth slackjawed and yet a stricken expression splattered across her face. Upon noticing her princess's gaze on her, Alexis withdrew her hands carefully, then stood. "My deepest apologies," she stammered, "but I must go. I apologize for my departure."
"Wait, Alexis—!" Iselde cried, sitting up and reaching out.
But it was too late. Alexis had already snatched her clothes where they lay strewn on the floor and retreated to the antechamber. There was the briefest of pauses, presumably where she threw on her clothes hastily, before Iselde heard the sound of the outer door open and close. She knew if she chased after Alexis, the knight would refuse to speak to her. Blasted honorable knights! she thought.
Well, there was nothing she could do about it for now. Iselde collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling her pussy throb in satisfaction. She smiled. If nothing else, the good lady knight had surely forgotten about discovering Iselde playing with swords in the armory.