The Princess's Training

The young princess started her day just as any other, but today there was an unusual spring in her step. She pranced about her bed chambers to her vanity; all the while her short, red nightgown fluttered as she moved. She examined her messy red hair in the mirror. The straight locks fell just past her shoulders. A large smile wiped across her face as she heaved a sigh of content. She was always so bored around the castle. Being a princess meant sitting perfectly still during formal dinners with her father and even stiller at town events. Today was different. Today she was going to do what she always dreamed of. Today, Princess Tohru would learn to fight.

        She prepared just as her instructor ordered. No loose fitting garments, no flowing gowns. Tohru wore a silken shirt that hugged her body, showing off her light curves. The golden tassels in the front tied together in a tight knot and matched the many gold embroideries of the shirt. Beneath that she wore pure white slacks and red leather boots with embroideries that matched the shirt. She eyed herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She finally tied her red hair back into a messy ponytail and headed down to the barracks.

        Tohru’s heart nearly skipped a beat as she saw him. Salazar Balthier. A knight of the King’s Guard, her father’s guard. He was tall, roughly six foot three. He was a good two heads taller than Tohru. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back today and his steel blue eyes stared down Tohru as she walked in. He had been training her for weeks now the princess could forgo her proper act and simply be who she wanted to be. Sal, as she more commonly knew him was never so proper and often times quite brash when speaking to her. She liked that and she liked him. She had never acted on these feelings, but she hoped that she could someday. Salazar had promised Tohru that they would spar today and she’d finally learn to fight.. In his hand he held two swords. He walked over to the young princess and smirked.

“You’re late.”

“I needed my beauty rest.” Tohru snarked back as she took her blade from him.

“You’ve already gotten plenty of that.” Salazar backed away and brandished his blade.

“Oh Sal, you’re too kind.” The princess blushed and readied her own blade.

“Are you ready to fight proper then?”

“I’ve never been proper in my whole life.” The princess chided and Sal choked out a short laugh.

 With no more words the knight charged the princess and their swords clashed. Soon they were performing the delicate dance of sword-fighting. Tohru flowed through the air as she moved expertly blocking each of her trainer’s blows. Sal had been just as easily blocking her attacks. As the two danced around each other they seemed to get closer and closer. Tohru’s adrenaline had taken hold of her and as the two locked swords, she pressed in closer and brought her face to Sal’s. Her brown eyes looked to his blue ones and maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe just being so close to him, but she knew right then and there that she wanted him to know how she felt right then and there. Without warning she planted a light kiss on his lips. This seemed to be all the incentive Sal needed. He quickly reached forward with his mouth, continuing the kiss, only this time a much more passionate one. Tohru’s arms went limp and the sword fell in her hands. It fell to the ground with a clatter and Sal’s remained up. The blade pressed to Tohru’s chest as he pulled himself deeper into a kiss. The sharp edge clipped the top tassel of her shirt, causing it to fall open and expose a hefty sum of cleavage. He cast his sword aside and charged like a bull towards the wall, pressing the young princess against the cold stone. Tohru was surprised by his strength. Between the kiss and this, she was getting rather moist. Her hands wrapped around Sal’s neck and weaved into his hair. Sal had broken the kiss and his lips trailed down her neck and down to her breasts.

        “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Sal.” She groaned with delight as his lips heavily caressed and nipped at her skin. He didn’t seem to answer, his hand was already clawing away at the rich fabric of her shirt. He tore the last of the tassels off and pulled the seams from the sleeve as he tried to pull the whole shirt from her body. Instead he stood there with a sleeve in his hand. He carelessly tossed it over his shoulder and dived for her breasts. His tongue lashed against her nipple as his lips sucked and tugged at it. Tohru moaned as her breasts were teased. Sal’s right hand reached up to squeeze the breast increasing the princess’s pleasure while his left reached up and grabbed the shoulder of her garment. With a loud tearing sound he pulled the rest of the fabric from her. Tohru’s arm still inside the intact sleeve nearly got pulled with the shirt. The tattered fabric floated gently to the ground as Sal’s mouth moved lower on Tohru’s body. His hands now slipped into her pants and tore the fly open, sending the single button in it flying. He knelt and continued to pull at the fabric, tearing the right leg fully from the left as the pant legs slid down atop her boots. A pair a frilly white bloomer shorts were all that was standing between Tohru’s womanhood and Sal’s mouth. The crotch of the bloomers were visibly wet and Sal wasted no time hooking his fingers into the lace and pulling out scrap after scrap of the garment as though it were a present wrapped for Winter Solstice. Once her bloomers were all but scraps dangling from her waist and covering nothing Sal pressed his mouth between her naked legs. His tongue lapping up her juices and pressed heavily against her sensitive mound. Tohru moaned in ecstasy as Sal’s mouth worked on her. His hands grabbed her thighs firmly and Tohru thought that her knees wouldn’t be able to hold her up if he hadn’t been holding her.

Her hands instinctively grabbed whatever they could. One clutched the stone wall she was pressed up against while the over found a spot atop Sal’s head. Her fingers wove into his hair as she cried out. She was close, so very close. Sal’s expert tongue gave one final swirl around her and her voice suddenly echoed through the chamber. She let out a bit of a shriek as she came, her juices pouring from her to Sal’s mouth. He greedily lapped it as much as he could up. The clear liquid dribbled from his chin and glistened down her inner thighs. He released her and without his support her weak knees gave out and she slid down to the wall to her bare ass, panting and heaving. Sal smiled down at her. He held her face in his hand.

        “Next time you come to train you might not want to wear your best clothes.” He chuckled and Tohru laughed dryly as well. She really hoped that next time he’d use more than just his mouth.