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Willow looked out the window of her stagecoach as it traveled through the bumpy road to Bonesborough and let out a deep sigh. If only things could be different. But drought and blight had ravaged her fathers’ farm. The only way for them to save it had been to betroth her to someone very important, a man who had apparently specifically requested her as a bride for some reason. The bride price would be enough to get them back on their feet and then some, maybe even buy up more land.
They hadn’t forced Willow into the betrothal. They’d given her a choice. They weren’t monsters. But Willow knew very well there weren’t any other options. If she didn’t take the deal, there was a very good chance her fathers might end up starving. She couldn’t be responsible for her family’s ruination. So she was on the extremely elegant stagecoach her fiancé had sent to pick her up, watching her future slip away from her. Now that she’d turned eighteen, she was supposed to be going to college, supposed to be joining the Plant Coven and revolutionize agriculture. But her brute of a future husband would most likely never allow her to even read in his presence, much less get educated.
Willow was rudely interrupted from her brooding when the stagecoach abruptly came to a screeching halt. She looked out the window and her bile sac nearly stopped pulsating when she saw four brutish brigands had surrounded the stagecoach, wielding swords and crossbows. This whole thing could have been avoided, she thought crossly, if her fiancé had been decent enough to splurge for a flying stagecoach drawn by pegasi like in the romances she loved so much.
“Your money or your life!” one of them yelled at the driver. The driver must have decided on the latter, because a few moments later, there was a thudding sound and the driver toppled to the ground, an arrow in his chest.
One of them opened the door and leered at Willow with a look on his face which made it abundantly clear just what he wanted. Willow shirked back, her heart pounding in her chest with great intensity. “Please…” she begged. “Don’t do this. My fiancé will pay a ransom, but only if I’m unsullied.”
The highwayman climbed into the stagecoach without another word and Willow let out a high pitched scream and then the highwayman let out an even louder scream as he was set on fire and burned to death. Hang on, he did what? Had Willow somehow acquired pyrokinetic powers?
The answer turned out to be much more rational. A man wearing a fancy white and gold uniform and carrying a white staff, his face hidden behind a mask, strode towards them. With the wave of his staff, he turned another highwayman to stone. The other two decided discretion was the better part of valor and headed for the hills.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” the man asked solicitously.
Now that Willow wasn’t frightened for her virtue and her life, she recognized the man. More or less. This was the Golden Guard. Emperor Belos’s top enforcer and the greatest knight in the Boiling Empire. No one knew what he looked like underneath that mask, but Willow had heard all sorts of stories about him. How he was a great hero, slaying criminal dragons and rescuing fair damsels and combatting the scourge that was wild magic. And Willow, well, even though she had no clue what she looked like, she’d developed a heck of a crush on him. She would never admit it to another living soul, and especially not the Golden Guard, but the first time she’d played with herself, it had been to thoughts of the Golden Guard. And, yeah, she’d gotten herself off to him more than a few times since then. In a way, it didn’t matter what was underneath that mask. She’d crushed on the hero he was underneath.
Of course, Willow knew most of it was likely propaganda. She wasn’t stupid. Emperor Belos was a cruel tyrant. Everyone knew this. But his cruelty had a point to it. It was the only thing standing between the good people of the empire and their enemies. The fae, wild witches, the denizens of the REALMS FROM BEYOND THE SHADOWS, Belos staved them all off with the help of his second in command, the Golden Guard. And as the Golden Guard had just now proven, there was some measure of truth to it.
“You saved me, Golden Guard. I don’t know how to ever even begin thanking you.”
“You can start by calling me H – Caleb. Yes. I’m known as Caleb. Sir Caleb, if you want to get technical, but, uh, just call me Caleb.” His adorable, stammering voice just made him even cuter in Willow’s estimation. “And really, there’s no need to thank me at all, citizen. I was just doing what anyone else would do.”
Willow sincerely doubted this. For the most part, even people who were decent wouldn’t be willing to go up against four heavily armed highwaymen. “Well, uh, I’m thanking you anyway.”
A crazy idea suddenly popped up in her head. She never would have thought of it under normal circumstances. But not only had she nearly died, but she’d nearly been robbed of her virtue. And that changed everything. “Sir Caleb, would you please accompany me to Bonesborough? After this scare, I need a big, strong man such as yourself to protect me.”
“I don’t see why not. I’m on my way there anyway.” He cleared the corpse away and then got inside the stagecoach. He cast a spell on it with his staff and it started moving on its own accord. Willow wasn’t sure why he didn’t use spell circles like everyone else, but it seemed very ungrateful to ask him.
Caleb looked like he was finally able to relax when the stagecoach got on its way. He finally took off his mask and Willow let out a soft gasp. Caleb was gorgeous underneath. No wonder he wore that mask. He would have gotten mobbed by hordes of groupies everywhere he went otherwise. True, some would disagree. They might think the scars on his face or his unruly blond hair meant he was damaged goods. To Willow, it just made him look lovelier. He was a knight out of the stories, but better because his imperfections just made him look more real. And he’d saved her, just like in the stories.
“I think I’ve figured out how I can repay you for saving my life,” Willow said in the most sultry tone she had available to her. It looked like it was entirely flying over Caleb’s head. That was okay. She had other methods at her disposal. “I want you to be my first.”
“Your first…what?”
She was going to have to be much more direct, apparently. What a dork. What a beautiful, lovable dork. If only she could be marrying him. “I want you to divest me of my maidenhood.”
Caleb’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets when he realized what she meant by that. “Uh, but, but…I really shouldn’t do that. Are you sure you want that? Maybe you’re a bit too shaken up by what just happened.”
Willow sighed. “Caleb, I know my mind and my body. I’m basically being sold off to a nobleman who is probably far older than me. I’ve accepted that arrangement. I’ve come to terms with it. But a woman’s first time should be special. I nearly had that time taken away from me by force and if you don’t sleep with me now, I will have that time taken away from me.”
“I still can’t…I don’t even know your name. How can I make love to a woman whose name I don’t even know?”
“It’s Willow. Willow Park.”
Caleb gave a start and then he gave a slow smile. “That is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. All right, Lady Willow. You’ve convinced me.”
He sat down next to her and gave her a slow kiss. Willow couldn’t help but let out a moan. Caleb was as talented at kissing as he was at combat, which made him very talented indeed. Her fiancé would no doubt seem like a clumsy brute compared to him. As the kiss intensified, Willow felt the barest of sparks in her nether regions, sparks which would eventually graduate to an inferno.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Caleb breathed. “I’m so lucky.”
Willow suddenly felt self-conscious. She knew she wasn’t really all that attractive. She hadn’t had any luck attracting anyone in her time. Unless you counted that brigand, but he’d have gone after anyone with a pulse and even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have counted anyway. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know I’m…kind of on the chubby side. And plain.”
Willow let out a shout as Caleb’s hand smacked against her behind. “How dare you question the integrity of the foremost knight of the realm?” he said in a voice more akin to a drill instructor than the gentle lover he’d been a second ago. “You accuse me of lying? After I rescued you? That’s how you repaid me?”
Caleb’s hand crept its way up until his fingers were at her breasts, massaging them and making it difficult for Willow to think. “I said you are gorgeous, Lady Willow, and the Golden Guard does not lie. You are a sensationally beautiful woman. As for your so-called chubbiness, that just means there’s more you for me to enjoy. And you exaggerate nonetheless.”
Willow’s cheeks were even more flushed as a result of the compliments than the onslaught of sensation her breasts were presenting her with. She hadn’t ever thought anyone would treat her this way, let alone the mighty and powerful Golden Guard. “I’m sorry, sir. I lost my head.”
“All is forgiven,” Caleb said with a warm smile. He pressed his mouth against her neck now, sucking on it so hard it was sure to leave hickeys. She hoped Caleb had some illusion spells among his repertoire, because otherwise, her fiancé would be sure to ask awkward questions. “Titan, you’re beautiful. I’ve never lain with a woman as attractive as you. You’re driving me wild with lust. It’s taking all of my self-control to not use you like an animal in heat.”
“You can do anything you want to me, Caleb. For the rest of this journey, I’m yours.”
Caleb kissed her roughly on the mouth and shoved his tongue inside her. Willow moaned and distinctly felt her nether regions starting to ache, maybe even get a little damp. She needed him so bad, like he was air.
Caleb grabbed his staff and cast a spell and the coach’s interior seemed to double in size. With another spell, the seats they were sitting on transformed into a small but serviceable bed. Caleb pressed her down onto the bed and turned her over. He started unzipping her tunic, and Willow steeled herself for his reaction to seeing her topless. Surely he would not want her after he’d seen how large her breasts were, how dowdy she was.
“By the Titan,” Caleb breathed. “I am truly blessed.”
He proceeded to remove her bra and then he pressed his mouth against her nipples, to Willow’s great surprise. Her expectations were once more exceeded. Caleb really seemed to enjoy the experience. Willow was starting to come to the conclusion that maybe her peers were wrong. Maybe she wasn’t hideous. If she was attractive enough to keep the full attention of the legendary Golden Guard, she must have actually been quite gorgeous. Maybe it had been that way the whole time and she was just not self-confident enough to see it.
Caleb sucked on her nipples with vigor and they got hard as steel under his ministrations. He then proceeded to apply his mouth to the rest of her chest, but made sure his hands were giving her breasts the attention they deserved. “You are a goddess among women, Willow.”
“Please,” Willow called out, unsure what she was even asking for.
“I’m just…floored, really,” Caleb went on, suddenly looking shy. “I don’t have time for, you know, romance very much. You’re not the first person I’ve been with, but you’re one of a select few.” Willow found this very difficult to believe, what with her playing her body like it was some instrument and he was among the greatest of bards. “So I’m just really, really grateful for this opportunity. Thank you.”
He was thanking her? He was the greatest knight in the realm, a champion of righteousness, who could have any woman or man or anything in between he wanted, and he was thinking he was lucky for making love to her? Willow wondered, not for the first time, if this was a dream, because it really seemed to strain credibility. But if it was a dream, then she’d best enjoy it to its fullest extent before she woke up.
Caleb’s next move was to gently pull off her leggings. Willow was starting to think this was getting very unfair. She was dressed in just her panties now – and they wouldn’t be long on her – but he hadn’t removed a single article of clothing.
“I want to see you,” Willow whined. “I want to see your body.”
“Very soon, Willow,” Caleb promised with a gentle laugh and a smile which just proceeded to melt Willow’s heart like it was butter. “Just be patient. Can you be patient for me?” Willow pouted, but nodded. “That’s great! Good girl.” Willow almost let out a spasm of arousal at being called that.
Caleb slid down her panties inch by torturous inch, moving slowly as if to taunt her. When they were finally off her, she started kissing, but not near her vagina – pussy, she corrected herself; surely the situation she was in mandated stronger language. No, he started at her ankles and slowly made his way up. Willow watched with wonder as he lay worship upon her legs, which she’d previously considered to be big and hulking and fat. But now, under Caleb’s tender ministrations, she was starting to think of them as strong and powerful. She felt more beautiful under his gaze than she ever had in her life.
While Caleb’s mouth’s attention was taken by her legs, his fingers were busy teasing and touching her pussy. She could feel it moistening by the second. Caleb found her clit and pressed and rubbed at it, his fingers digging into her pussy like he was looking for gold and the look on his face clearly showing he was sure he’d found it. It took all her self-control not to buckle and scream under his attentions, but she was dignified enough to avoid that at the very least. She was not, as it turned out, dignified enough to avoid letting out beautiful moans, which seemed to be very much to Caleb’s liking. “Please, brave knight. Please fuck me.”
Caleb laughed. “Oh, Willow. We’re not there yet, sweetie. This is your hour, not mine, not yet.”
Just as Willow was on the verge of cumming, he took his fingers away and Willow let out a shout of frustration. “Didn’t you say you wanted to see me?” he said with a cocky grin and he removed his cloak. Willow was in tears at the sudden lack of stimulation, but despite the ache and desperate emptiness in her pussy, she found herself quite curious about what Caleb would look like under his clothes. He removed his boots and then his plate armor, leaving him in his woolen shirt, trousers, and gloves.
“You know, you’re right,” Caleb said. “It was cruel of me to stop when I did.”
“Hang on a second…”
Caleb winked at her and then practically jumped on top of her, moving his tongue against her pussy with so much vigor Willow let out a shriek purely by instinct. She was completely unable to stop herself. He was such a bastard, in all the best ways. This was Willow’s best idea ever. No one would be able to compare to Caleb in the ways of lovemaking. Sure, there were likely more talented lovers out there from a technical perspective, but how many of them would be able to demonstrate so much devotion for a woman they’d just met?
“Pretty girl, good girl,” Caleb rambled, his voice muffled by her pussy in his mouth. “You’re gonna cum for me now, gonna squirt like a fountain for me?”
Willow’s face must have been pure red from embarrassment, but she nodded. “Just for you…” she managed to grind out and then his tongue curled around her clit in a way her own fingers just couldn’t compare to and with a gorenado of pleasure, she found herself cumming, like she’d careened right into a brick wall of pure, unending bliss. In fact, for a few seconds, she believed she’d lost consciousness, because the next thing he knew, Caleb was gingerly taking off his gloves.
He looked scared, almost terrified, and when the gloves came out, Willow understood why. His hands were covered in scars and the rest of him probably wasn’t much better. This was probably why he had delayed so long before revealing his own body. Willow may have understood why Caleb had been scared, but his fears had been for naught. To Willow, those scars were proof of his nobility, his honor. Unlike most members of the royal court, Caleb practiced what he preached. He fought evils which beset the realm with sword and staff, not just pretty words. He didn’t hide behind a shield of scouts. He fought evil one on one. He’d saved her and now it was her turn to help save him from his own insecurities.
“You’re beautiful,” Willow breathed.
“You’re just saying that,” Caleb said with a blush.
“Now who’s doubting the truth of my words?” Willow threw back in his face. “I’m serious, Caleb. You’re a real life hero and all these scars are just proof of that. You’ve survived things…I just can’t imagine facing. And you did it all for the sake of others, not yourself.”
Caleb wiped away a tear from his eyes. “Thank you so much. I haven’t…this is the first time I’ve ever lain with anyone without using a glamor. I thought about it, but you…after what you’ve endured today, you deserved the real me.”
“What I deserve, Caleb, is to get fucked by you. So clothes off, now.”
Caleb saluted. “Yes, Lady Willow! Your wish is my command!”
He pulled off his woolen shirt and sure enough, Willow was completely correct about his chest being absolutely covered with scars. She didn’t give a damn. He looked utterly humiliated for a few seconds, but his humiliation soon turned to joy when Willow pounced on him and started kissing him all over his upper half. She rubbed her tongue over each and ever single one of his scars and Caleb let out indecent moans. He loved the stimulation she was giving him. None of his other lovers knew the real him. In a way, this was his own first time from a certain point of view. The first time Caleb got fucked instead of the Golden Guard.
Willow took a deep breath. Even after everything she’d experienced, she was still nervous at the thought of being fucked. But those worries would soon be a thing of the distant past. She unfastened Caleb's trousers and ripped them off his legs, leaving him clad merely in briefs, which were tight to the point of nearly about to break with the strength of his erection. Her mouth watered at the size of the cock enclosed within that thin, meager undergarment. She barely even noticed the scars over the rest of his legs.
Willow pulled off Caleb’s briefs and let out a soft gasp at the cock before her. She’d never seen one in the flesh, merely in pictures and the pictures didn’t do the experience justice. It was the one part of Caleb’s body which wasn’t scarred, thank heavens for small mercies. And it was massive, very erect, and all because of her. It made her feel strong and powerful to know she’d made him so aroused.
“Holy Titan, that’s a work of art,” Willow said. “I couldn’t imagine a nicer looking cock than that.”
“Thanks,” Caleb said with another adorable blush.
Willow winked at him and then descended on his cock, placing it in her mouth and praying all that erotica she’d read was right about how to properly orally pleasure someone. She sucked on it like it was a juicy ice scream and rubbed her tongue long the shaft and the base the absolute best she could. She probably wasn’t that good at it, though the moans Caleb was giving said otherwise. He grunted and moaned and let out even more indecent noises. Willow was reasonably certain he was faking some of it, but that was okay. She knew he appreciated the thought and it wasn’t like she was bad at it.
Finally, after a decent amount of time, Caleb came in his mouth and she was so taken aback by the awful flavor of his cum that she fell on her behind, trying her best to keep her eyes from watering. “That was…uh, well…”
“It’s okay, Willow. Cum is an acquired taste and some witches just don’t like it.”
“How do you know just what to say?” Willow wondered.
“I’m good at planning missions, and this is no different.” His eyes widened. “Not that I’m saying you’re just a mission to me! Titan, no! I wouldn’t jump into bed with just anyone. But sometimes when you’re doing something daunting, it helps to just think of it as a mission.” He gave a crooked, adorable grin. “And social occasions are always tough on me. I may look good at it, but I’m not as confident as I appear deep down.”
Willow managed to recover her original position and kissed him deeply. “You’re doing just fine. Now…let’s get to the main event.”
“Of course, my lady,” Caleb said with a grandiloquent bow. He gently laid her down on the makeshift bed and then descended upon her, indominable and powerful. A part of Willow was still nervous as that cock made its way inexorably towards her pussy. But she shut that part of her off. This was for her own good. She had an opportunity to lose her virginity to a good man, a man she cared about despite the very short length of their acquaintanceship, and she wasn’t going to squander it. She’d be damned if she let her fiancé have the pleasure. He’d never know, anyway – there were spells that could be used to replace her maidenhead.
“This may hurt for a while,” Caleb warned her. “It will pass.”
He finally moved his cock inside of her. He certainly wasn’t kidding about the pain. Caleb’s cock sliced its way through her maidenhead like it was a sword. But after the pain receded, she felt nothing but pleasure as Caleb moved back and forth inside of her. It was like his cock was made to fit into her pussy, that was how perfect the experience was. Willow would remember this pleasure for the rest of her life.
“Are you…I’m sorry, I should have asked you! Are you on the potion?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m on the potion! And even if I wasn’t, I’d probably still let you get me pregnant anyway!”
Caleb cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s…that’s coming on too strong there.”
“Sorry.”
Caleb didn’t seem all that offended, because he kept on moving inside her and Willow cried tears of joy and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better to have this brave knight’s member inside of her, he let out a yell and came right inside her pussy. Willow felt herself getting filled with Caleb’s cum, with the cum of her brave rescuer, and she’d never been so happy in her entire life.
When Willow came down from her high, she’d found she was wrapped up snugly in a blanket Caleb had conjured for her, with the Golden Guard fast asleep, cuddling her so tightly she wondered how she’d ever get away. Not that she’d ever want to. But she knew one day she would have to. This was the best day of her life, but it would go downhill when she got to Bonesborough and met her fiancé.
For how could Prince Hunter ever compare to the magnificent Golden Guard?