Want To Be Close

Author's Notes: Written for Blood Burns Hotter Than Fire.

Toeing quietly across the compound in just her nightgown, Corrin tried to ignore the racing of her own heart as she grew closer and closer to Gunter’s quarters. She swallowed. The pounding of her heart was so hard and so loud that she began to worry that it might burst! Or even worse, it might awaken Gunter once she got inside his room. An affection, one similar to that of a child seeing their parent for the first time all day but oh-so-much-deeper, burned inside of her at the sight of him in bed. His eyes were closed, his muscles relaxed, his hair fanned out, and a hint of a smile on his lips.

It was an unusual sight. Gunter was a staunch man who rarely showed weakness. Jakob certainly didn’t see this side of him. That was fine. That weakness and peacefulness he occasionally revealed to her once in a blue moon was something to be treasured. A secret treasure that only Corrin could experience.

She didn’t know of Gunter’s life before her. Her heart ached at the thought of not knowing everything about the man she loved. He was like a father to her. What child didn’t know their father? Though, she supposed that was the case with her and King Garon, who sent her away to this fortress all those years ago. He sent Gunter to raise her. This was why Gunter was her true father in her eyes.

While she didn’t have the most orthodox childhood or closest relationship with her parents, she knew that it was fine to love and yearn for your family. That was what Camilla taught her during her visits. It was what Xander showed even if he didn’t say it outright. The two siblings held her in such ways that they didn’t hold each other. It was strange but if they did this with her, then surely it must be normal, yes?

Still, he didn’t show her the affection she showed him. It was different. It lacked that heat and intensity that hers did. He was still kind. Oh so very kind. He was strict, yes, but Corrin knew that it came from a place of love.

Just maybe not the same kind of love that she had for him.

Slowly, she pulled back Gunter’s blankets and slipped into his bed. The featherbedding dipped deeper into the bed frame under their combined weight. She held her breath. Once upon a time, she may have had the excuse of “I had a bad dream” to sneak into her surrogate father’s quarters. In theory, she could still use that excuse, but, she was more than old enough to soothe herself back to sleep, wasn’t she?

Part of her hoped that he’d understand. The rest of her didn’t want to risk alienating him with her clinginess. Yet, she didn’t want to leave. This need to be close only pushed her further.

She slid on top of Gunter and straddled his hips. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake up much to her relief. She reached for his weathered face, gently cradling it and thumbing the long scar across his face, and felt her heart flutter as his lips parted for a moment. He mumbled something she couldn’t make out. It didn’t matter. Swallowing, Corrin leaned in to give the older man a soft, chaste kiss. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled back.

It didn’t matter to her how many times she stole kisses from him, she still got that fluttering sensation every time. Whether she was a child who shyly kissed him after handing him a bouquet full of weeds or a young woman stealing kisses from him while he slept, Corrin would be just as giddy.

However, her body wanted more. Her heart wanted more.

Her entire being needed more.

Disgust wormed its way through her guts as she pulled her nightgown over her head. Guilt settled in her chest and weaved itself between the gaps of her ribs before impaling itself into her heart as she unlaced his bottoms and pulled out his... manhood .

Her face blanched at the sight and feeling of it. He was soft, yes, but it was intimidatingly big. Thick as her wrist. As long as... well, she didn’t have an idea. He was just big. It was scary. It was thrilling. She wasn’t about to back out now. Not when she got this far.

Her eyes flickered towards Gunter’s face.

He was still asleep.

She raised her hips just enough to rest his length against his stomach and lowered herself onto it. Electricity pulsed through her veins as her womanhood brushed against his flaccid member. It didn’t matter to her that he wasn’t inside her—hell, she knew how this worked thanks to Camilla’s loose lips after a few goblets of wine—it still felt incredible. Her lower lips parted as she rolled her hips across him. The friction was delicious. Still, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Pants fell from her mouth as she bucked and rolled her hips. Each stroke of her lips across his shaft made her just a little slicker. The underside of his length was coated in a sheen of arousal. Grunts escaped the sleeping man as Corrin rode him. Slowly but surely, arousal pumped through his veins. She gasped as he grew stiff under her. There was still a bit of softness to his member but she paid it no mind—as far as she knew, that was just what peak arousal felt, she had no idea that that bit of softness was due to his age. Gunter’s shaft thwapped against her stomach when she pulled back enough. Panic trickled down her chest as she realized just how high his rigidity made it up her stomach.

She could take it.

Her hands wrapped around his girth as she hovered above him. Once more, her heart was throbbing so hard and fast that she was worried that it might burst if she got any more excited. A shudder ran up her spine as the semi-covered tip kissed her entrance. Then, she sank onto him.

A shrill cry tore itself from her throat as her virginal walls stretched to their absolute limits.

Her hands slapped over her mouth in a desperate attempt to snuff out the sound but it was too late.

His eyes fluttered open. Fogginess clouded Gunter’s vision as he stared up at the shape that was currently straddling him. He couldn’t make out the details aside from the long, pale blonde hair—hair so pale that it appeared to be a glowing white under the paleness of the moonlight—and the adoration in those eyes. There was also the undeniable warm tightness around his cock. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He blinked and stared at the woman riding him.

“...Kana...? Not tonight,” he murmured as his eyes fluttered shut.

Corrin blanched yet again. Kana? Who was that? Should she be happy that he didn’t seem to recognize her? Or should she acknowledge the knife slicing its way into her heart?

He shifted in the bed. “My darling girl... you’re going to wear... out... your... father...”

Corrin’s mouth dried as the realization sank in. Father? Did he have a daughter back home that he was torn away from? A daughter that he did this sort of thing with? Some relief washed over her. Then these were normal feelings to have for your family like Camilla said after all. Though, it served her little comfort as jealousy sank in. He shared this sort of love with someone other than her. Did he not see her as his child like she saw him as her true father?

Her eyes squeezed themselves shut as she gripped her thighs. Her jaw clenched as her nails dug into her skin. Tears pricked at her shut eyes as she sucked in a deep, shaky breath. Fine. It was fine. She’d just have to make him hers in the waking world.

“ Father ...” she whispered. “Please...”

He chuckled, still half-asleep. “Fine, fine. Go on, my girl... Drink... your fill.”

Her hands rested on his strong chest as she raised her hips and dropped them onto his shaft. Not seeing a point in holding back anymore, Corrin’s voice filled the dark room. Her moans bounced off the walls. Pleasurable discomfort burned throughout her body as she rode him to her heart’s content. His girth stroked her virginal walls. Her entrance still burned but it didn’t bother her. Discomfort soon melted into sweet pleasure as she bounced atop him. His hands rested on her tense thighs. Slowly, back and forth, he stroked her pale skin as he drifted in and out of sleep. Sweet, delicious friction burned between her legs. The need for more pushed her to her limits. Her movements grew wilder, sloppier, and all the more desperate. Her walls clenched and squeezed around his shaft.

Then she came undone.

Her back arched as she came. Her walls quivered around him as slick juices gushed from her folds. She shivered before collapsing on top of him in a panting heap.

“You got your father worked up, my girl,” he murmured. “I’ll have... to take care of that.”

Corrin gasped as she was flipped onto her back and Gunter was on top of her. With starry eyes, she stared up at him as he rutted into her like she was nothing more than a common whore. Her sweet cries drifted out of his quarters and across the compound. Eventually, Gunter came after squeezing an orgasm or two from her. Warmth filled her heart and womb as she drifted off into sleep, forgetting about her fear of being discovered.

When the sunlight poured in through the dirty windows, Gunter rolled onto his side. Embarrassment wormed its way through his body at the memories of the dirty dream he had last night. What was he? A young boy? Guilt spun in his stomach when he remembered who the dream was about. With a sigh, he finally opened his eyes and saw Corrin, the princess he had raised, sleeping soundly. Horror washed across his features as she opened her eyes and smiled.

“Good morning, Father.”