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A different Warden X Nobu
(this one has quite a bit of build up, so I put a line of squiggles before the action starts, so if you want to skip to the fucking, look for squiggles)
The Nobushi stood at the top of a hill, watching the knights and samurai practice. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun shined annoyingly into her eyes. She began to lean on her naginata, completely absorbed in her task.
She was wearing very little armor for a warrior. Her head was only covered with a straw hat, and her face was hidden behind a wooden mask that was painted white. She wore grey padded cloth over the rest of her body, obscuring her form.
The Nobushi was so focused on watching the practice that she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. A hand suddenly covered her eye holes in her mask, blinding her. She panicked, and let out a very unwarrior-like yelp. The naginata slipped out of her fingers, and it barely made a sound as it fell in the soft grass. She heard a laugh from behind her and relaxed. She recognized that voice. She reached up and pulled the hand off of her mask, and the feeling of a plate gauntlet confirmed her suspicion of who it was. She turned around and saw the Warden standing there, with a playful smile on his lips.
He was wearing his full suit of plate, with the exception of his helmet. His entire upper body was covered in gleaming metal plates, and his lower torso was covered with chainmail. His legs had no protection other than a small plate over either of his shins. His short, blonde hair stood flat on his head, except for one particularly stubborn patch in the back, which refused to lay flat. His bright blue eyes seemed to shine in the afternoon sun, and it made her knees feel weak.
She punched the Warden none too lightly in the shoulder, but it barely moved him. The punch only made his smile broaden. The Nobushi met the Warden after a battle that the samurai and knights fought together in, and she had been in love with him ever since. They couldn’t speak to each other, but they communicated through other ways. Even though they camped with their own factions, the Warden never failed to find the Nobushi when she least expected it.
The Warden extended his arms and pulled the Nobushi into a hug. She accepted, and wrapped her arms around his back. He was taller than her, and her head rested on his upper chest. As she pulled closer to him, the edge of her hat hit his plate, and the hat fell off, revealing her black hair. Even through the plate, she could feel his warmth, and she lost herself in his embrace. All of her worries vanished, and something she hadn’t felt before took its place. She had a deep desire, a need she couldn’t quite explain. She lost control of her own body.
She put one of her feet behind his, and she leaned into him, pushing the Warden off balance. He tripped over her foot and she went down with him. They rolled down the hill, the world becoming a blur except for each other. As their roll slowed, the Nobushi got on top of the Warden, who gave her a questioning look. They were now on the side of the hill opposite of the training armies. They were out of sight, which was exactly what the Nobushi wanted.
She walked on all fours down the Warden’s body and lifted the chainmail cover up, folding it onto itself so it wouldn’t cover his groin. She tried tugging at the Warden’s pants, realization dawned on him. He began to take off his plate, and she was amazed at the speed with which he did it. He had the whole suit off in less than a minute, and his shirt was off in just a few seconds more. The Nobushi stopped him there, and started pulling his pants herself.
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A fully erect dick greeted the Nobushi as she pulled down the Warden’s pants. She underestimated how long it was, and it nearly hit her mask as it sprang out. She was stunned at the sight, and she froze up. The Warden reached down and lifted her mask up and off of her face, caressing her cheek with a finger on the way. His touch spurred her back into action, and she reached up, tentatively grabbing his dick. It was already hard as steel, and she had a sudden urge to put it in her mouth.
She leaned forwards and wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick, with her hand still around his shaft. The Warden shivered in pleasure, and it gave her confidence to move on. She took more of him into her mouth, enveloping his entire head. She savored the taste, and began to move back and forth. She moved her hand in synch with her mouth, stroking his shaft while sucking his head. Saliva started running down the Nobushi’s chin and dripping onto her clothes. She took her hand off of the Warden’s dick to take off her clothes, and briefly let him out of her mouth as she lifted her shirt up and over her head, revealing her chest. Her breasts were about average in size, leaning towards larger than average, and they were firm, standing proud without sagging. After the delay, she immediately took him back into her mouth, but didn’t replace her hand.
Instead, she placed her hands on the back of his thighs, and pulled herself onto his dick. She took him as deep as she could, but when his dick hit the back of her throat, she sputtered and coughed, unable to take him deeper. She struggled to take him into her throat, and after a few failed attempts, she managed to swallow his dick. The stimulation of being in her throat proved too much for the Warden, though, and he grabbed the Nobushi’s head in both hands. He slammed his hips forwards and back, fucking her throat. She grabbed his thighs and tried to get him to slow down, but she didn’t really want him too. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they began to get so watery that she was blinking much too often, and decided to close her eyes. The Warden rammed his dick down her throat in one final thrust, his balls touching her chin. He came as deep inside of her throat as he could, making small spasmic thrusts, and unloading cum.
The Nobushi pulled off of his dick, gasping for air and coughing, occasionally swallowing to clear her throat of “debris”. After she had recovered, she looked up at the Warden and gave him a small smile. He smiled back, giving her a look that was split between concern and lust. She decided to feed the lust, and turned around, getting on all fours and presenting her ass. The Warden grabbed at her pants, tugging them down to her knees. He pressed his dick against her tight entrance, teasing her, but he couldn’t stand his own teasing for long. He grabbed her waist with both hands, and he pushed inside of her. She was assaulted with waves of pain and pleasure. His dick was stretching her out, and it hurt so incredibly good. The Warden kept pushing until he was all the way inside of her, and paused once he was. He adjusted his grip on her hips, grabbing her ass on the way, and then began thrusting.
He thrusted slowly and deliberately, going almost all the way out and then pushing all the way in. The Nobushi’s ass quivered when the Warden’s hips slapped into it, and he released one hand from her waist to give her ass a good smack. He didn’t smack hard enough to leave a mark, but it was hard enough to make the Nobushi whimper. After the smack, the Nobushi began to moan louder, and her breathing became louder. The Warden felt her clamp down on his dick as she orgasmed, her entire body trembling with the force of the climax. Seeing her like this sent the Warden over the edge again, and he released his seed deep inside of her, hoping to impregnate her.
After their orgasms, the warriors fell to the ground, and the Warden drew the Nobushi into another embrace. Her head rested on his chest, and all of his stresses, all of his cares, washed away. Wiped into nothingness by the woman he held in his arms.
Warden X Nobu
The alliance had been coming along as intended, the Chosen and Iron Legion slowly working together to drive the Vikings out from their territories. Even after several long months of working together, distrust was still common, both at ground level with the common troops and those in command. Necessity it may have been but the long standing uncertainty still lingered after all this time, bringing about the strangest of situations between the different groups.
It was one of those situations that Caden found himself in, forced to share a room with a Nobushi carrying the name of Akari. He had done his hardest to avoid looking when she changed for bed, propriety demanding his courtesy but in the end, the nature of curiosity and long months without company had convinced him to sneak a look. He had caught a glimpse of her from behind, her long black hair cascaded past her shoulders as she worked it into a loose ponytail. Her form was lithe with the subtle undercurrent of muscle but still prominent curves that would turn heads. Several long scars marred her otherwise smooth flesh, old wounds Caden recognized as remnants from samurai blades. Maybe part of the short lived civil war that the Blackstones had engineered? Old training wounds?
That had been half an hour ago, the Warden still lying awake on the floor, having insisted that Akari take the bed. She had given him a curious look before taking it without a protest. The fortress wasn’t necessarily large but the majority of rooms that commanders had were occupied, leaving them either sharing a room or sleeping in the barracks. For both of them, rooming with a stranger was preferable than sleeping with their soldiers. Caden’s men would be up late, swapping tales and lamenting the war whilst Akari’s still viewed her as too young to necessarily lead.
Caden shivered slightly as a cool wind rolled under the door, the winter winds had been making their way down from Valkenheim, bringing their own icy blades upon everyone. The blanket he had kept the worst of it at bay but there was enough of a stir wandering the halls that kept him awake. Judging from the constantly turning in her position in bed, Akari wasn’t having much success either in obtaining rest.
“Are you cold?” The words made him start, the knight’s hand halfway to his dirk before realizing it was Akari who had spoken. Her voice was pleasant enough, deeper than he had expected and lightly accented in the common tongue. Pushing himself to a sitting position, he beheld the faint outline of Akari sitting upright and gazing at him across the room.
“I’m fine.” He replied, running a hand over his face and tugging at his beard absentmindedly. “Just can’t sleep. You’d think sleeping on the ground for months, I’d be used to it.”
The faint moonlight let him know she nodded and seemed to hesitate briefly before speaking again. “You don’t… have to sleep on the floor, Caden. The bed is big enough for two.”
He paused and looked at her, sitting up and setting his arm on his knee. “I’m not usually one to turn down the chance to sleep on a proper mattress but it would be improper for a man and woman to share a bed if they’re not married.”
“You’d rather freeze?”
“Fair enough.” Caden replied with a chuckle, making as if to stand. “But only if you don’t mind.”
Akari shook her head and moved over, making room for the Warden. Sighing internally at his own lack of self control, he gathered up his own blanket and moved to join the samurai in the large bed. It took him a moment to settle into his side, throwing his own blanket over himself and turning away from Akari. He didn’t trust her completely but Caden made the decision on the off chance that she killed him in his sleep, at least he would be comfortable. The knight murmured a thanks but Akari had already turned to face the wall, tucking her own blanket in around herself. They remained in silence for twenty minutes, backs a few inches from each other before Caden spoke.
“I.. uh appreciate this.”
He turned to look over his shoulder, nearly falling out of bed at the sight of Akari doing the same. Chuckling at their foolishness, the awkward air broke and they settled into their respective sides, searching for that ever elusive sleep that taunted the pair. Caden kept his eyes stubbornly closed, even as his mind raced at the thought of a woman mere inches away. His trousers were uncomfortably tight, the knight doing his best to avoid looking over his shoulder, unaware of the same situation occurring with Akari, with less self control.
She bit down on her blanket, the stress of the past few months and the draw of the man beside her causing her loins to warm, the Nobushi’s fingers hesitatingly slipping down her front to press lightly against her growing wetness. The single touch of her hand was nearly enough to make her gasp aloud, her hips bucking ever so faintly. She withdrew her hand quickly, closing her thighs and squeezing her legs together in an attempt to keep the temptation away.
The faint motion in the bed caused Caden to open his eyes, chancing a look over his shoulder. His eyes, adjusted to the darkness, made out the face of Akari looking at him, her pale cheeks colored in the darkness. There was a quiet look of need and shame on her face, Caden recognizing it as the woman turned fully over to face him. His own self control held for a brief moment before he did the same, propping himself up on an elbow.
“What’s-” His words were cut off as her hand covered his mouth, her other bringing his hand under her shirt. His cold touch caused her to shiver as his rough hand cupped the gentle curve of her breast. A relieved sigh escaped her and she moved closer, removing her hand from his hand and trailing it down towards his still straining length. Realizing her intentions but not having the sense of mind to say no, Caden gave in to her wordless demand. Those ice blue eyes would not be denied.
Clothes were removed as swiftly as a thought, warm flesh a stronger comfort at the moment. His rough fingers traced her lower belly and through the forest of hair between her legs, her arousal clinging to his digits. Her hiss and subsequent grip on his length was more than enough incentive to slide two fingers within her, a low moan escaping her and her nails digging into her arm. Her hips bucked against his hand, grinding herself into his palm.
Her own hand was not idle, stroking him in time with his venturing fingers and tracing the slight curve of his manhood, her thumb spreading his own precum in a slow circle. Akari’s teeth found her bottom lip, gazing hungrily into Caden’s eyes as his own mouth hung open in soft groans. When he slid his fingers to the base, Akari’s eyes screwed shut and she whimpered, her legs opening in invitation as her grip on him tightened, tugging him forward.
The wordless invitation was accepted, Akari settling onto her back and urging Caden forward. Blankets were discarded, no longer needed as the two became each other’s warmth. The knight settled between the Samurai’s legs, her hips rising to meet his without urging. In one smooth motion, Caden entered her and Akari’s legs wrapped around him, keeping him from leaving her warmth. Not like he could have resisted at this point, the knight burying his face into her neck as he began to thrust into her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, Akari gasping with each deep stroke and the bed creaking against the wall. She didn’t care at the moment, finally getting relief to a long seated hunger. His hands, rough and calloused, felt heavenly on her hips as he pulled her into each thrust, her toes curling in pleasure. The knight shifted his position slightly, Akari clinging to him desperately as this new position let him thrust down into her, earning a needy groan.
The pleasure lancing through his body was not enough of a distraction for Caden, one hand moving to cup her breast, rough fingers tracing her smooth skin and lightly pulling at her stiffened nipple. She yelped at that, immediately covering her mouth as Caden grinned at her briefly, his pace picking up. She was already so close to release, hovering on the threshold as his length pressed deep into her.
The one hand on his shoulder shifted to hold onto his neck, trying to get some sense of stability as their motions become rougher and erratic. He groaned as he felt his peak growing closer, his grip shifting back to her hips and keeping her steady. His brown eyes met her blue eyes, Akari still covering her mouth and he shivered at the sight but not from the cold.
“Akari…” He whispered, softly but urgently. The question was unspoken but the undercurrent of desire was obvious. Her eyes looked to the side and back to him, her gaze giving no answer for a moment before she shook her head.
He nodded as his pace resumed, his thrusts short and swift, hardly withdrawing from her warmth. Akari’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, her gasps muffled against his neck even as his own were by her neck. Her legs kept him steady and he felt her shudder, a sharp gasp of ecstasy in his ears as she bucked against him, her body tensing up. Her insides tightened on him, making it difficult for Caden to resist his own release.
Withdrawing with heavy reluctance as he felt himself cross the threshold, his length rested against her outer lips. He groaned as he came, long streams of white coating her taut belly and chest. Akari whimpered at the sensation, the knight having the presence of mind to lower her against the sheets before collapsing atop her, making sure to keep his weight off her. She chuckled breathily below him, turning his face towards to hers and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, a strange contrast to the act they had just partaken in.
They both still had a responsibility in the morning but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a night.
Man, this was fun to write~ And hey, if y'all like this kind of stuff posted, let me know. I’ll make it a weekly thing of requests. Let me know and I hope you enjoyed!