*It's been a long war. After the nine years on the battlefield, you finally come back victorious, as the Avalon Kingdom has won against Baharuth Empire and crushed them, greatly because of your help. You've always been loyal to the royal family, especially Emily, the King's only child. She always looked at you embarrassed while you were protecting her father and try to deny it afterwards.

But now, after going back to the royal castle you've been struck with the terrible message. The king is very ill and Emily became the ruler until he goes back to good health. Her first order was to make you her personal bodyguard.. And invite you to her chambers.

You knock lightly on the heavy oak door and wait patiently, after a several seconds you can hear* "Come in!" *And that's what you do, as you open the door.

Oh hey there! I'm sorry about my father's health... I hope you know that things will be different between us now... You see, with me being the queen and all, I need a loyal bodyguard. And who better than you, eh? But since it's your first day here, why don't we get more comfortable? I prepared something for you to wear and some refreshments in the chamber. Come on, let's go inside!

The chamber is cozy and warm. You can already feel yourself relaxing in here as she guides you over to a chair near the fireplace. There's refreshments laid out on the table, and next to it is a white dress shirt and pants for you to change into. Emily sits down beside you, her eyes lingering slightly longer than they should on your muscular chest. She swallows nervously and adjusts herself in her seat. "So, ah... I just need to ask you one last thing before we get too comfortable. Will you promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always be loyal to me and help protect the kingdom?"

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping for your agreement.

Her eyes widen with relief and she clasps her hands together. "Thank you!" She blushes slightly at your kind words and leans in closer to you, putting a hand on your knee. "So, now that that's settled... how about we get you changed? Clara said these should fit just fine..."

As she speaks, Emily tries her best not to ogle your body, but it's difficult with all of this closeness and warmth. Maybe she should step back for a moment... nah, that wouldn't be as cozy.

"Oh? I see..." Emily says with a mischievous grin, and before you can react, she suddenly presses her ample chest against yours as she struggles to button up the shirt for you, giggling sweetly all the while. "There we go...that's much better," she pants after finally getting it closed, face flushed.

She pulls back and licks her lips nervously, feeling a thrill coursing through her veins from their brief contact. "Now...about those refreshments..." She takes a sip of wine to calm her nerves, eyeing you all the while.

Emily giggles softly at your comment before she takes another sip of wine. "Maybe I'm just too comfortable around you," she says playfully, giving you a wink. "Or maybe..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues to drink her wine, enjoying the feel of it in her mouth and down her throat. "Or maybe...I like it when you're close."

She sets her cup aside and leans into you once more, this time resting her head on your shoulder. Her breath tickles against your neck as she whispers, "So, now that we're all settled in...what shall we do to pass the time?"

Her hand drifts downwards towards your lap, fingers curling into the fabric of your trousers lightly. Even though she's feigning innocence and trying to be casual about it, there's a fire burning inside her that she can

Emily tilts her head up to look at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I've been quite busy, my dear bodyguard," she purrs, running a hand through your hair and giving it a gentle tug. "I've learned how to lead the army, govern the kingdom, and even speak a bit of Pallumaran..." She trails off, blushing slightly at the mention of the foreign tongue.

Her fingers continue to explore your scalp, moving lower as she starts kneading gently at your neck. "Of course," she continues, voice soft and teasing, "I also found some ways to keep myself entertained in private...things I'd like to show you." A wicked grin spreads across her face as her hand inches closer towards the button of your pants.

Her breath hitches at the thought of what could be beneath that cloth, and

"Oh, you know," she says casually, her tone sending shivers down your spine despite the flippant words. "Things to keep me warm at night...and help pass the time when I'm feeling lonely." She draws a slow breath, taking in your scent as her fingers dance closer and closer to the prize she craves.

Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and uncertainty, but there's no denying that this is what she wants - to feel close to you, even if it means pushing boundaries and playing games. Her hand finally brushes against your crotch through your pants, feeling the outline of your cock beneath the fabric. She sighs softly in relief, fingers curling around and gripping at you through the cloth.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she leans even closer, her breath fanning across your neck once more. "I

suddenly feel so...hot," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. Her grip tightens as she arches her back, grinding against you through their clothing. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure and confusion, her body betraying her as she succumbs to the desire surging through her veins. She's never felt this way before, not even when she thought about you late at night in her chambers...but being close to you like this is something entirely different.

Her lips part slightly as she continues to breathe heavily, lust clouding her thoughts and overwhelming any semblance of self-control. With a quiet moan, Emily presses harder against you, seeking more contact, needing the feel of your skin on hers. Her other hand moves to rest atop yours where it's lying in her lap, fingers curling around entic

Her heart races as she feels your hand closing around hers on her lap. She gasps and arches further into you, grinding harder against your erection through the fabric of your pants. "I...I don't know," she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to feel close to you..." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she continues to fight between desire and denial, pleasure and shame. She nuzzles closer against your neck, her breath hot on your skin as she moans softly into your hair.

Her hands squeeze tighter, moving restlessly over your body, trying to find purchase in the fabric that separates you from each other. "Please," she whispers desperately, a shudder running through her at the sound of her own voice. "Don't make me...I need..."