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Five months since you’d been picked up as the squire to the Legendary Knight, Wilhelmina, five months you’d spend out in the wilderness, carrying and sharpening her tools, setting up camp and fixing up meals for the two of you when unable to come across any inns or travelling merchants.
A Knight-In-Training- the youngest to ever defeat a Legendary Monster, you had much to learn from her. From travelling skills and survival skills to sword skills, training your body to its limits as you slowly but surely learned to perform the same feats as near superhuman as her.
At first, you’d looked up to her as something akin to a legend, like most people. Strong, beautiful, cold yet with a heart of gold, noble and protector of the weak, bowing to no one who attempted to turn her blade on the innocent. But as you got to know her little by little, her icy demeanor, rather quickly dissipating despite her attempts to salvage it within the first week before forgoing it entirely, that “legendary knight” status became secondary to her as a woman. Of course she was still someone of renown status, but as much time spent with her, it wasn't as much of a forefront thought as it used to be.
The two of you fought together, trained together, ate meals together. Talked, laughed, and ventured together. And as time passed, you began to notice things you didn't before.
Her cute face, flushing with a red blush the second you uttered any praise, her bosom, held firmly by her bra, poking out from her uniform as they bounced around as they trained. Milky thighs, soft and plush looking but with muscles underneath that could send her tens of feet into the sky. Laughter that could make wind chimes jealous of their beauty, a siren’s call as it captivated your attention, the sound gold in your ears, from small giggles to hearty laughs. A skirt you quickly learned was no match for even a breeze, her lower half of her posterior noticeable from even the smallest breeze.
These qualities and countless more came over time, scenarios running through your head getting dirtier as they built upon each other, leading you to see her more and more as a woman as time passed. Ultimately culminating on one fateful day.
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Clang! Swish! Clang!
Swords cut through the air, meeting the steel of another as the two of you trained, swords blunted but heavy.
This was something that required your full attention, and unfortunately, all of it wasn’t purely on the battle. Eyes meant to watch for even the tiniest muscle twitch, to watch for any openings, were instead drawn to those features that were basically imprinted into your imagination. The sway of her breasts, the way the muscles in her thighs stretched and braced, her beautiful eyes that watched your every move, the way sweat gleamed off her forehead.
It was all too much for your poor self, you who rarely had the time nor space to… relieve yourself in a way you’d be mortified of being caught doing, especially by her. And quickly, a new issue arose, with you doing what you could to keep her from seeing this new development in their training.
A few more minutes passed before the Legendary Knight decided it was time to put an end to the farce, in a burst of speed she had you on your knees, training sword at your neck in a mock capture that spelled the end of today’s training session.
As you looked up at her, all you could see was an icy glare from the knight, Sun shining behind her, making her full expression unreadable apart from the glow in her eyes.
“And is there a meaning to this?”
“I, I don’t know what you mean-!”
Her glare somehow became icier as she leaned forward, a look she’d only given to troops under her command who’d been caught drunk at the tavern when they should’ve been training or running drills, now directed full force to you.
“You do! This shameful display, never would I have expected something like this from you. For why do you intend to not put in any effort?”
You squirm underneath her glare, your eyes forced to stay on her face, tempted to venture downwards. All you could do was stumble on your words as you sat there, arms covering the source of the issue.
“Well!? Will you not answer my-!”
Her voice quickly cuts off, eyes now not focused on your face, but an entirely different part, much, much lower. The place you’d been attempting to keep hidden.
Oh gods it was over for you. She’d either dump you here and there, leaving you with a tarnished reputation- no, a reputation so horrid that you’d have to change names and careerpath just to not be known as the “squire who popped a boner in front of Wilhelmina Frost”.
Seconds felt like hours as you awaited her verdict. Her face seemingly frozen in surprise before brightening up with a blush as what she was looking at finally caught up to her.
“You- I never-! You have a- you- you’ve got a hard-on!”
She leaned back as she tried to cover her eyes with her hand and avert her focus, but couldn't help but steal glances every few seconds by moving them out of the way.
Pointing her index at it, “Why is it- why do you have a hard-on!?”
Not really a question you could give an answer to without sounding like a huge pervert, so all you could do was apologize, softly and earnestly.
And from your tone, she eased up as well. Her eyes softened as the hand “covering” her view lowered. Tone less energetic and more covering, she kneeled on one leg.
“Hey, hey. Sorry, just, I, did… did I… have any part in this?”
You nod ashamedly, looking to the side, arms no longer attempting to hide what was already “out in the open”.
“Th… then I’ll take responsibility for it.”
Your head whipped back to her, eyes wide in surprise, you saw her looking down, legs now both together kneeling, rubbing against each other.
“You don’t-”
“I want to. You are my squire. I am meant to aid you in learning to become a knight. And part of that is to… help you with any issues that may… ahem!- arise.”
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“S-so! Your pants! Off!”
Quickly you followed her command, hands zipping down to your belt, hurriedly trying and failing to unbuckle it before finally getting the piece of leather unlocked. Slipping it off, you let gravity do the rest as all you were left with was a pair of underwear.
The Knight watched expectantly, the hammering of her heart beating in her ears. Shuffling forward, she slipped her gloves off her hands before going to softly drag her finger from the tip of your clothes erection to the base, even the slight touch of such a woman making you twitch in anticipation, before she made her way further up to the hem of the final piece of cloth between her and your bare skin.
Leaning forward, she pulled down on it, slipping it down- your cock springing forward, the cool air making you shiver as the warmth of her breath hit you.
“S-so this is a man’s…”, she uttered, staring at it, almost hungrily in a way, her hand softly grasping at it, testing it and the way it moved in her hands. Warm and rigid yet so delicate. The smell hit her nose heavily as well, the scent a mix of sweat from training,