Training the Prince












     "Once more, prince." Sol said as he faced me, raising a wooden blade. My muscles complained as I raised mine in response, held in a middle guard position as he had taught me. "Do we have to? You've been roughing me up all morning, and I haven't learned anything." He gave a small frown at that, tilting his head. "We will go until I am satisfied you can defend yourself, Prince Aren. Your father has tasked me with your protection as your Shield, and I do not intend to give him reason to see my head removed from my shoulders." He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Nor would I wish any harm to come to you, Prince. This is part of your protection. I may be strong, but I am only one man. You must learn to defend yourself."


     I nodded, raising my training sword again as he raised his. "Now……. begin." he said, and in an instant, he was upon me. Despite his immense stature, he moved faster and lighter than a hummingbird's wings, almost faster than I could perceive. I caught his first blow on my blade, deflecting it. Undeterred, he used the momentum to move into another strike, one I barely intercepted, the strength behind the blow making my hands feel numb as he hammered at my guard, and the next strike threw my blade out of position, leaving me open for his next strike.


     I expected a soft thump on my chest, as he had done at the end of the many bouts we had already had, and an announcement that I was dead again. Instead, the blunted wooden blade slammed into my gut, forcing the air from my lungs. I bent double as his blade slapped down onto my back, driving me to the ground. I quickly rolled onto my back before he continued to press his assault, blows raining down on my middle and my arms as I held them up to ward off his strikes. He struck obviously without intent to do proper harm, but each blow stung, each one driving the wind from me. 
    
I caught a glimpse of the knight's face as he struck at me, incredibly determined, but also strangely sorrowful. As he drove his blade into my ribs again, something in my mind snapped, and I closed my eyes, focusing for an instant before I was suddenly gone from the place I was in, in the same breath behind the zoroark knight. He had just enough time to turn his head before I delivered a strong kick to the back of his knee, sending him down, my practice blade poking his adam's apple as he looked up at me.


      I wasn't sure who was more surprised at this turn of events, him or I. There was a long pause as we both stared at each other, not sure what to do. Sol broke it as a smile crept across his face, and he grabbed my sword, moving it to the side before he seized me in a hug. "Wonderful, Aren. You did so well." I simply stood there in his embrace, still stunned.


         He pulled away, resting his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. "There are many who will be stronger than you, faster than you, more brutal than you. But you, Aren, you are smarter than them. You must outmaneuver your enemy. Do you understand?" 


         I gave a small nod, still a little unsure. "Do I always have to commit violence against those who wish me harm?" I asked timidly, and I watched his smile grow wider as he pulled me into another hug, my face pressed into his broad chest as he gave a gentle squeeze. "I wish more men had as kind a heart as you, little Prince." he said, rubbing my back soothingly. "You will make a fine ruler someday, as long as you hold onto that kindness." His hand moved to stroke through my hair. "Many will be persuaded by your words and your kindness, Aren. But others understand only force. Those are the ones I will protect you from."


       He moves away again after kissing the top of my head, making me blush as I rubbed my sore middle. "We are done now, Aren. Retire to the bath, I will be along shortly to tend to you." He said before letting go, retrieving both our training blades before heading off.


       Still not quite sure what exactly happened, I shook my head, heading off to my chambers, smiling at the servants and guards I passed as they bowed their heads towards me, before finally entering my room. Ignoring my opulent bed, which called to me after all that exertion, I headed to my private bath. Father had had it specially made, drawing pleasantly warm water from a tank somewhere in the castle to my large tub whenever I wished. As I turned the knob, the gold trimmed tub started to fill with water. I slipped my tunic and shorts off, inspecting my bruises with ginger touches before I slipped into the warm water, giving a relieved sigh.


          I had closed my eyes but for a moment before I heard the door open again, and soon the water shifting as another body slid into the bath. "You look positively radiant, little Prince….." Sol said as he brushed his hand along my cheek. I blushed, shivering as I opened one eye, beholding my Shield. He was just as nude as I was, though we couldn't be more different. While I was soft, pale, and petite, Sol was huge, heavily muscled, and dark-furred, along with being covered in scars he refused to talk about. Seeing him like this brought me back to when we first met.


         He had been stripped down to a loincloth, his tangled and unkempt fur on display as he was chained in place. He glared out at everyone like a caged beast, though I saw something soft in his eyes when he looked at me. "He was one of the kingdom's fiercest enemies.", my father said, but when he looked into my eyes, I didn't see an enemy, but a man in great pain. He hid it well, but I could feel it from him, and I couldn't let him be put down like a disobedient dog. I had thrown myself between the headsman and the defeated warrior, refusing to move until father pardoned him, promising me I would be punished if 'the beast' misbehaved.


           But Sol had never given me reason not to trust him, in all the time we'd been together. I shivered as he moved behind me, sitting me in his lap as he rubbed my shoulders. "I'm sorry, Aren….. I didn't want to hurt you….." His hands rubbed gently at a bruise on my arm, soothing the hurt. "But you needed to teach me. I know." I leaned back against his chest, letting him rub along my arms before he pressed his hands to my stomach, roaming along there.


           "I trust you to protect me, Sir Sol….." I said. "You shouldn't." He says, somewhat insistently. "Haven't I told you your trusting nature will get you hurt?" He kisses my head after he speaks. "If I can't trust my Shield, who can I trust?" "It's not….. I might not always be able to protect you." He says, pain in his voice. "I….. I can't lose you, Aren." he says, and the fear and pain in his voice break my heart. I turn to face him, shifting in his lap, before giving him a kiss as I gently trace over some of the scars on his body. "I promise to stay safe…. for you, my Shield." He gives a small smile, and his fingers run through my hair. "Good." He takes a deep, shuddering breath, visibly relaxing. "Good." I snuggle up against him, rubbing my hands along his chest as we both enjoy the warmth of the bath.


            Eventually, the water starts to cool, and I look up at my valiant protector. "Sol? I'm getting cold. Can we…. go to bed?" My zoroark knight gives another smile, this one much more knowing. "Did you tell the servants not to enter?" "Yes…." I replied, "and father and mother are away on their diplomatic trip…." He quickly scoops me up, bridal style, as he stands up out of the tub, me in his arms. "Excellent. I think you've been a very good princess today….." I blush at being called a princess, though as Sol had said many times, I could pass for one easily. "..... so I think you earned my gift, and maybe a bit more."


            A….. gift? What could he have gotten me? As he strolled into my room, I saw it, draped on my bed. "Is that….. the gown I liked?" He only nodded, setting me down, as I approached it, running a hand along the soft silk of the ornate dress. I had seen it through a tailor's window, and had remarked how pretty it was. Apparently Sol had remembered. "It should be your size." He lilfted the dress, slipping it onto me before lacing up the back, making me take a deep breath as it squeezed my body tight. As he stepped away, I gave a little twirl, and Sol clapped. "Such a beautiful princess!" 


             And then he was pressed against me, grinding a swelling sheath along my waist. "Are you ready for 'a bit more'?" He says with a small laugh. I giggled in return. "I'm pretty sure it's more than a bit~" I say, lifting the back of my gown to show off my soft, plump rear.


            He growled in my ear as a thick, pointed tip pressed at my rear as he grabbed my wrists, tugging me in to press against his hot, throbbing shaft. Arceus, but he was huge. I still don't know how he managed to fit inside me the first time, but by now I was pretty practiced at taking the beast between my loyal guard's legs. 


              A beast was a great way to describe it, actually. Sol was always so quiet, so reserved, but when his cock was free from his sheath, my silent protector became an animal in rut, controlling my soft frame with ease, just as he did now, bending me over the bed, rubbing that thick shaft between my cheeks, promising that soon I'd feel his full power. He was always patient, though, growling low in my ear, as he simply slid his shaft against my entrance, making my toes curl as I quivered with need.




              Finally, I could take no more. I knew what I wanted, and Sol….. he knew what I needed. "Ple…. please….. ravish your princess….." I pleaded, only to be answered by several inches of hot cock slamming inside me. My body readily made way for this welcome intruder, a belly bulging amount of throbbing red manhood burying itself deep inside as furred hips met my soft, pale rear. I had taken him. Right up to the knot, in fact, I thought to myself with a note of pride, before he withdrew, eliciting a whine from me as he left a sorrowful void in my now vacated middle.


              Thankfully, this was not a full retreat, simply a temporary withdrawal, my brave warrior marshaling his resources for yet another push. He has already conquered my gates, and now he intended to claim my precious keep for himself! And he was doing a damn good job, my leaking a telling sign that the doors wouldn't hold long against such a powerful battering ram.


               As his hips met mine, over and over again, I felt it, that magical moment where we were no longer two, but one, moving together, the knight and his princess joined in a union to perfect to describe. The feeling of closeness, of intimacy, was almost as wonderful as the pressure he was putting on my most sensitive spot, leaving me panting for air as he hammered away at me.


               Suddenly, his movement stopped, my mind registering confusion before I was grabbed, shifting, the cock inside me rubbing my walls before I was facing him, looking up into the face of my lover and protector. In that moment, I would have given him anything he asked of me, my family's wrath, the castle, our lands and the crown I would inherit. But I knew Sol would never have asked for these things anyway, and would have turned them down if offered. The only thing he desired was currently gripping his shaft tightly while looking up at him with soft, trusting eyes.


              Sol pressed his lips to mine, his kiss like a promise as he grinded in deep. I relaxed, ready to accept a hefty gift as I usually did, before I felt something new. The thick bulb at his base was familiar to me, but never before had it been so insistently pressed against my entrance, Sol grinding his thick knot hard. He had never done this before, the risk too great to potentially spend hour stuck together, but now…… 


              It felt so impossibly huge, the thick thing demanding entry. I squealed, pain and pleasure co-mingling as he pressed his tie, forcing my body to surrender to his will. With an audible pop, he finally claimed me, tying my tight, clenching rear with a loud pop. I could feel his presence through every inch of my body, his conquest of me just as complete as my acquiescence to his might. He gave muffled growls through our kiss as he seeded my, my exhausted body joining him, the deep pulse of his orgasm drawing mine out as I splurted on the inside of my skirt, a sort of embarrassed resignation registering for a moment as I dirtied such a wonderful new dress. 


                 But no matter, I could certainly afford more, and the overwhelming presence of Sol on top of and inside me soon drove out any errant concerns as he laid us both down on the bed, still buried knot-deep as he kissed me gently, whispering "My princess…. " before sleep took him. Or perhaps it took me first, it was hard to say. Everything felt hazy as my mind swam through a haze of pleasure, my eyes drifting shut.


                 I awoke what felt like mere moments later, taking stock of my situation. I was….. definitely rather sore, a dull ache in my rear informing me that I had, in fact, played the good little bitch to my Kingsguard's swollen knot, although I felt no sticky mess in or on me, and the soft satin of the dress had been replaced with the familiar silk of my bedclothes. Having taken stock of myself, I opened one eye.


              I was greeted with the sight of Sol in his standard half-plate he wore whenever he was not expecting danger. "Sleep well, my lord?" he asked with a smile. He seemed somewhat surprised when a pillow impacted his face, grabbing it and placing it back on the bed as I gave a small laugh. "It was…. very fulfilling. I hope I can sleep like that again tonight, maybe even the rest of the week?" I said, my statement moving upward in inflection until it was a question.


              "I think your sleep will only get better, my prince."  he responded with a smile. "Now, prince?" "Yes, Sol?" "It's time for your daily training session."


             Sol quickly ducked as another pillow flew at his head.








Fin~