A Knight's Devotion

“Yes,” she replied. “Yes, of course I will stay”. Garnet placed her hands on Beatrix’s shoulders, drew her in for a kiss, and slid her hands down, removing Beatrix’s vest. She felt a wave of passion as she let the garment fall from her shoulders to the floor. Both of them smiled as Garnet’s graceful hands unfastened Beatrix’s belt, casting it on the floor with her vest. Beatrix placed her hands on the Queen’s waist. “May I?” she asked. Garnet gave an amazing smile and nodded fervently. Beatrix knelt, lifting the hem of Garnet’s nightgown, drawing it up over her head. Garnet shook her head, letting her hair fall over her bare shoulders. Beatrix gave a sigh, taking in her first sight of Garnet so uncovered, still knowing how willing she was to keep her protected. Garnet sat on the bed, her pale skin accented only by the white panties which she still wore. She reached out her hands, pulling Beatrix closer with a look that seemed to say, “and now it’s my turn”. She slid her hands under Beatrix’s mauve tank top, and Beatrix raised her hands, allowing Garnet to remove it with ease. Garnet placed her hands on Beatrix’s shoulders as she put her arms back down, sliding the straps of Beatrix’s ornate black bra off her shoulders in one refined movement. Beatrix turned around, lifting her hair to one side, allowing Garnet to unfasten her bra completely. As it was cast on the floor with the various articles of clothing, Beatrix turned around, allowing Garnet to unfasten her pants, sliding them, and her black panties off in one movement. Beatrix stood before Garnet completely uncovered, and Garnet took the opportunity to run her hands up Beatrix’s sides, making her shiver. The two smiled as Beatrix sat on the bed beside Garnet. Beatrix reached out, pulling Garnet in, more reassured than ever, for a deep, adoring kiss. The heat between their bodies grew as they drew closer and closer to one another. Their kiss grew fiery as Beatrix leaned over, easing Garnet onto her back, allowing them to embrace each other fully. Beatrix broke their kiss, drawing small moans of longing from Garnet, which were soon replaced moans of pleasure as Beatrix began to kiss a path down her neck. Garnet’s small cries seemed to be begging Beatrix not to stop. Beatrix ran her fingers lightly across the Queen’s shoulders and down her chest, grazing one of Garnet’s soft, gorgeous nipples, causing it to rise and harden against her touch. The Queen cried out in bliss as Beatrix squeezed one nipple between her fingers, caressing the other with her gentle tongue. Within Garnet’s reeling thoughts, she knew that she had found the love which she had sought so many years to find. So passionate, so devout… so beautiful it all was to her... Garnet’s thoughts once again became lost in the torrent of pleasure and love Beatrix lavished her with. Beatrix continued kissing a path down Garnet’s body, teasing her skin with gentle licks. Beatrix looked up at the Queen for one last look of approval as she slid her hands under her panties, the last barrier which separated them. Garnet raised her hips as Beatrix slid them slowly off her body. Beatrix could see the blush come to the Queen’s pale skin as she cast the panties on the floor with the rest of their disheveled garments. Beatrix desired, above all else, to reassure her Queen that her love was real, to let her know that she would never be without her love again. Beatrix leaned down to kiss Garnet one more time, letting one of her hands trail over Garnet’s body. Their kiss broke as Garnet began to moan, and Beatrix moved, kneeling between the Queen’s legs. “I love you,” Beatrix said as she gently let the Queen’s legs fall open.

“I will always love you,” Garnet replied. Beatrix could feel Garnet’s wet arousal as she slid one finger down Garnet’s slit. The Queen had never felt such an amazing touch. Beatrix placed her tongue at the Queen’s opening, running it around in circles, feeling the heady sensation of tasting her true love for the first time. She licked long strokes, from Garnet’s opening to her clit, forcing herself to move slowly, despite the passion she wished so desperately to release. Garnet arched her back, rocking her hips up with the rhythm of Beatrix’s licking. The Queen could feel herself beginning to lose control as Beatrix began to slide one finger in and out of her opening, continuing to lick her throbbing clit. Garnet could feel Beatrix pushing her, driving her towards pure ecstasy. She could feel herself wavering on the peak of a heaven that she had never experienced with anyone else. Garnet grasped the sheets of her bed, gasping for breath, crying out for her love, “Beatrix! Beatrix, I’m coming!” Beatrix could feel every muscle in Garnet’s body tense as the waves of pleasure began to hit her. She continued to push her finger in and out of the Queen’s opening, pushing her through her first orgasm, giving her every bit of pleasure her small body could handle.

Finally, Garnet’s cries of bliss returned to small moans and her grip on the sheets was loosed as Beatrix slowly stopped her motions and withdrew her finger. She slid up alongside Garnet, laying an arm over her to embrace her. The Queen leaned over, still panting, kissing Beatrix’s cheek, then her mouth, softly. Garnet smiled, Beatrix noticing the intense, insatiable gleam in Garnet’s eyes. Garnet moved, leaning Beatrix onto her back sliding one leg over her, straddling her. Garnet slid a hand up Beatrix’s thigh, her innocent sighs turning slightly to amused moans as she drew a gasp from deep in Beatrix’s throat, running a finger delicately up along her folds. Their bodies entwined as Beatrix reached up, pulling the Queen down on top of her, pressing their bodies together. Garnet’s knees dug into the mattress as she pressed up with her hips, grinding against Beatrix, softly at first, then a little more firmly, surprised at her own initiative. Beatrix began to moan, drawing sharp breaths between their slow thrusts. Garnet kissed Beatrix with all the fire and passion she had hidden for years of keeping silent. They pushed their bodies together for what seemed like an eternity of passion, their rigid nipples rubbing together, their folds slick from grinding. Beatrix’s movements became gradually more rigid, her breath becoming more quick and harsh. Her vision went white as she held tightly to Garnet, her muscles contracting. “I love you, Garnet! I love you!” she cried, the power of her orgasm forcing every muscle in her body to tighten. Garnet held her tightly, never letting their bodies part. Beatrix caught her breath slowly, easing Garnet onto the mattress beside her. The two held each other, sweat beading off their bodies, exhausted from their love. Beatrix kissed Garnet on her forehead softly, unwilling to let even an inch of empty space come between them.

Garnet soon slept, exhausted and content for the first time in her devout guardian’s arms. Beatrix lay next to Garnet, unable to sleep from her surging emotions. She felt pangs of love and lust and devotion as she held her Queen, watching her white skin rise and fall with small, perfect breaths. The light from the windows was brighter now, the cold dawn sky painting Garnet’s bedroom floor the color of steel. Tomorrow they would each go about their duties as Queen and Knight, not letting on that their relationship was forever changed. But each and every night thereafter, they cast off their titles and belonged not to kingdom or duty, but only to each other.