I'm Only Human, Don't Make Me Wait All Day

Author's Notes: written for kradeelav

It was nearly impossible for Corrin to keep her head clear.

It didn’t matter that it was absolutely imperative that she keep her focus. Whenever she was with Gunter, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. Images of the old man in various stages of undress flashed in her mind. Ever since she could remember, Corrin had feelings for her knight. It was so bad that she would sneak off to his quarters in the middle of the night to watch him sleep. Once or twice, she may have stolen peeks at him as he changed in and out of his armour and underclothes.

She swallowed as she watched Gunter pace back and forth as he praddled on about the strategic benefits of the mountain range near by. Her eyes fell upon the riding crop in his hand. The powerful but elegant movements of his hands as he used the crop to tap against the map and push the pieces across it enraptured her. Still, she couldn’t help but imagine other things. Heat pulsed through her body and licked at her skin under her armour. She had already been thinking less than pure thoughts. This just pushed her further.

Corrin swore she could feel the white-hot sting of Gunter’s whip across her body as her mind wandered. Was it strange that something like this aroused her like so? She would have to ask Camilla later. It was wicked. It was utterly perverse. She had a fixation on Gunter and the whip since she was a child.

Ever since he had appeared in her room wielding that awful thing, she was transfixed on it. The way his eyes shone with affection as his weathered hands trembled while gripping onto it. The way the muscles in his shoulders and arms shifted as he wound himself up. She had braced for the pain as panic pulsed through her veins... Only for it to never come. He quickly turned around and left her room. She remembered how confused she was then. Doubly so once he came back hours later with a rugged and worn leather ball.

One that inevitably led to her feelings for her beloved knight.

THWAP!

The crack of the riding crop against the table tore the princess from her thoughts. Ice water rushed across her as a gasp rose in her throat. Swallowing, she stared at the large gash in the map that revealed the splintering of the wood underneath. Arousal panged inside her core and gushed into her undergarments. Her eyes flickered away from the spot as a shaky breath escaped her.

“Your Highness,” Gunter muttered coolly. “It’d be best if you paid attention. Or are you ill? You are awfully flushed.”

“I... I am fine. Thank you, Gunter,” she half-lied. “I just... I’m just a little warm.”

He chuckled before stepping towards her. A hand cradled her chin and forced her to look up at him. She watched as his scarred lips quirked into a smirk. His thumb swiped across her parted lips. She fought back another gasp. “You’re going to soak through your clothes, Your Highness. It’d be best if you stripped,” he drawled. “...Due to your sudden fever, of course.”

Shakily, Corrin rose from her seat and did just that. She could never deny him. Her knees quaked under her as she plucked apart the bindings of her armour. The air felt as if she was being blasted by a Fimbulvetr spell as her skin was exposed to it and her knight. The heaviness of Gunter’s gaze sent another shudder through her dripping body. Gods, she had no idea she was sweating this much.

“I hate to punish you while you’re so ill, Princess,” he murmured as a hand ran through her pale locks. A hiss escaped Corrin as he gripped her hair and pinned her to the table. Her plush body knocked over the pieces of the board as he pushed her further up until she was standing on the very tips of her toes. Her round ass was pushed high in the air as her chest was squished flat against the surface. “But we really can’t have you daydreaming like this while we’re in a war. What would your father say?”

He kicked her legs further apart to reveal her drooling slit. Arousal pumped through her body. Her skin was painted a deep red that contrasted against the paleness of her skin and hair. Her lower lips were puffy and starting to part as if her core was begging for attention.

Gunter tsked at the unbecoming sight.

The tip of his riding crop ran along the insides of her slick thighs. Her breath hitched. The flap of leather at the very tip felt heavenly as it dragged across her flushed skin. Eventually, he made his way to the cleft of her dribbling cunt. She gasped. The semi-rough leather dragged across her slit before the shaft of the crop pushed between her lips. Electricity pulsed through her veins and zapped from nerve to nerve as he sawed the smooth leather between her legs. Stars flashed in the corners of Corrin’s eyes while pleasure burned through her aching body. Each stroke bumped against her clit and teased her twitching entrance again and again. It had left her drooling at both ends. Her toes curled at the teasing sensation and sweet, shaky moans dripped from her parted lips.

Then, he pulled away.

Before she could turn around to ask what was wrong, a white-hot sensation cracked against her ass. Stars once again flashed in her vision. Angry red marks decorated her backside as he cracked the riding crop against her rump and slick thighs. High-pitched squeals of shocked delight tore themselves from her throat as Gunter wound his wrist again and again. Slick gushed from her now untouched mound as he pulled away to admire his handiwork.

“Will you focus now, Your Highness?”

Panting, Corrin peeked over her shoulder with tears in her starry eyes. “N-no. No, I... I won’t be able to.”

He chuckled. “Such a needy girl. I thought I trained you better than this.”

“I’m sorry!”

Once more, Gunter stepped towards a shivering Corrin. His hand ran along the curves of her back, plump ass, and thighs. A gloved finger raked across her cleft before dipping between her folds. His experienced fingers stroked her clenching walls as his hand blurred between her legs. “You will have to prove just how sorry you are to me for wasting my time on such a misbehaved princess.”

Corrin gulped.

Jakob would later find himself disgusted with the state of the strategy room.