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Rider and Euphie

[It had been a rather interesting night so far. She had made quite a few friends and since she was sheltered a good part of her life they decided the best thing to do was to take her out on the town. That meant a club. She had heard of them but never been to one. So they had grabbed her and picked out a outfit. It consisted of a rather short black skirt and then a frilly pick top, that was perhaps a little too low cut. This with the white stocking and black heels she looked like a regular girl out on the town. Something completely new to the princess. It was going to be fun, so she saw no harm. That was until the night moved on.

At the club they kept together until her friends paired up with people they met and she was left rather stranded. At the bar she did meet a rather friendly man, believing the best in him, she didn't even notice when he put something into her glass. Finishing the glass she felt odd after a little time had passed. Knowing something was off she made her way to the bathroom, the man trying to follow. She wanted to go home, quickly she locked the bathroom door and there was only one person she could think to text to get her.

In a few moments she sent a text to Rider that just gave the address and Can you come get me?. With that she leans against the door as she waits.]

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[Iskandar pauses mid-punch, glancing down to Euphie as she pleads with him to keep him from beating this man. Slowly Rider lowers the man and bares his teeth.]

Touch her again, bring her harm again, and I'll kill you. That's a promise!

[Rider throws the man aside and wraps his arm around Euphie, leading her towards the door.]

You're not hurt then?

[Never has she been so happy to have been listened to. With the threat she knew it was real, Rider could be rather scary. Though when he pulls her close she feels her face heat even more and she closes her eyes.

With a firm shake of her head she walks with him.]

No, he didn't...but I feel strange...

[Rider tilts a brow at that. Still, he does not pause in his stride. He continues walking until they're outside and he reaches for his sword, giving it a slash through the air and summoning his chariot in a crash of lightning.]

Strange? How?

[He moves to pick her up and hold her close to his broad chest as he steps into the chariot. Reins in hand, Rider gives them a snap and the oxen speed off.]

[It's sure that people are staring at the sudden appearance of a chariot but she don't care at the moment. Instead she just closes her eyes still and takes a breath. It was hot even outside?]

I feel hot...and uncomfortable.

[Euphie holds tight to the other as before she pushes her head against his chest.]

[Rider's never really cared if people stared - actually, he leaned more so towards enjoying it. He loved being the center of attention. But right now, he was more concerned with Euphie and getting her to safety.]

[Iskandar keeps her close, tight to his chest even as they lift from the ground into the air. Within minutes, they arrive back at Rider's home.]

[Rider slips from the chariot, letting it disappear in the same golden light it had before. Keeping his hold on Euphie, he steps up to the door and enters.]

I don't want you to be alone, you'll stay here tonight.

[It was not up for discussion.]

[Part of the princess is glad for the offer but the part of her worries about if she will be okay. She doesn't feel normal and fears it might get worse.

Still she doesn't argue there is little point. Entering into the house she doesn't make much noise, just a nod. It was usual for her to protest a little but she can't help but think how good it feels in his arms.

With a small blush she shakes her head.]

O-Okay...

[Rider ascends the stairs, moving slowly to keep from jostling her too much. Once up the stairs, Iskandar steps into his bedroom and sets the princess down gently on his bed.]

You'll sleep in my bed - can I get you something?

Water? Another blanket or pillow? Something to eat?

[He was beginning to sound like a damn servant, not a King of Conquerors.]

[When she is set on the sheets she can't help but to make a small sound. It was almost getting difficult to breath now.]

Your bed?

I...I'm okay...

[She is a little surprised with just how tender the other man was being to her needs.]

I'm sorry to call you out...haa... [She lets out a breath and takes another, it's almost noticeable that it's becoming difficult.]

[Iskandar's movements hitch a bit; those sounds. He could feel the heat rushing in his blood at the sound of her labored breath. It sounds so oddly seductive coming from her sweet lips.]

[He leans over her, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, unable to stop himself.]

Are you all right, princess?

[No idea she is being seductive in anyway, she tries to gather her senses until there was a hand on her cheek. A small whimper leaves her as she looks up at him with almost lust glazed eyes.]

I...I'm not sure...it's very hot, it's hard to breath.

[It's only then that Rider notices the outfit she's in. Normally he would chide her for wearing too many layers, as she usually did - he would blame this for her heat. But such was not the case with her short skirt and tight top. There was no real explanation, she should be cold.]

[But still...even a few layers of clothing could prove to be too hot in certain situations.]

Then...perhaps we should...take off your clothes? Might help cool you down and ease your breathing.

[He tries to stop himself, but his fingers slowly slip under her top, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin against his war-bitten fingers.]

[Breath now coming in quicker pants she gasps loudly at his suggestion. That didn't seem decent. He was a man and she was a woman and besides any fewer layers and she would be naked. That was not a good thing.]

But then...Mn!

[Cut off by the feeling of his fingers she closes her eyes as a spark ran over her body. Unable to stop her body from arching into the touch she tries to voice a protest instead.]

Haa...Rider...I think the man put something into my drink. [It was all that seemed to make sense to her now.]

[That revelation gives him pause, but the way she's reacting to his touch makes it very difficult for Rider to stop. Slowly his fingers slip deeper under the fabric of her top, even finding the soft lace of her bra.]

[His thumb slides over the lace of her bra, forward and back a couple times.]

[Could he really allow himself to take advantage of her like this?]

You should've let me kill him then...that he'd dare do such a thing to you...

[Unable to pull away she feels herself fall back and into the bed. Biting her lip softly she arches further into his hand, even if her better judgement said no. Rider was her friend but she had never been touched like this before and yet it feels good.]

R-Rider...It feels too strange.

[Euphemia lets out small whine as she closes her eyes tighter.]

Strange, eh?

[Rider slowly slides his hand down, across her skin, enjoying the softness of it beneath his fingertips. His hand finds the top of her skirt - far too short for such a regal presence as hers. Iskandar unzipped it, loosened it without removing it from her waist.]

[Slowly his hand slid beneath the fabric, finding the junction between her thighs and letting the pads of his fingers press against her entrance through her panties.]

Strange how?

N-Ngh! Rider!

[The princess gasps louder as she tries to cover herself in someway. The clothes were not what she would normally wear but the girl's insisted she needed to look the part for the night out. Now she was regretting the choices more than ever.

As the fabric loosens she shy's away a little as she looks to the larger man.]

I-It's hot...I've never... [Done anything so when she feels the fingers against her entrance she can't stop the moan.]

[There's an intrigued gleam in his dark amber eyes as she speaks. He leans over her, hands reaching up to cup her face between his hands. Rider's forehead presses against hers, red hair mingling with pink as he takes in every detail of her face - that heat and the adorable blush on her cheeks.]

[His lips are mere centimeters from hers, and a smirk tugs the corners of his mouth as he feels her hot breath.]

Do not fear...I would not hurt you.

[His lips are surprisingly soft as he presses a kiss to her mouth.]

R-Rider...

[She tries to protest until she feels the lips against hers. Euphie loved Suzaku but here she was...in this state and kissing another man. Then again...she might never see Suzaku again, it hurt to think about but it was there. And she couldn't stop her body from pressing back against Rider's. The nightclub caused a big mess.]

[Iskandar's arm slipped under Euphemia's body as she arched against him. The other hand reached under her head to tenderly slip his fingers through her hair. His head tilts, to deepen the kiss a bit.]

[Slowly, he pulls away, but his face remains as close as it had been. Rider holds her close to his body, his hips grinding a bit against hers. The hand behind her back slides under her top again and up to her bra. He pinches the clasp between his fingers and undoes it rather easily.]

[That same hand slides around to her front, slipping under her loosened bra and cupping her bare breast in his hand. His thumb teases over her nipple, coaxing a slight groan from Rider's throat.]

[Euphemia moans in the kiss as she feels it deepen, her tongue shyly meeting the man's. She's never even been kissed before this and her inexperience is all too clear. Fumbling she tries to find a place for her hands, settling for his chest.

A small whimper escapes as he pulls away and she feels her bra undone. Face heating up she closes her eyes and tries to sort through her feelings on this until she feels the hand on her bare breast.

All too quickly she moans, fast to cover her mouth as she pants thru her fingers and wiggles under him.]

A-Ah--!

[Rider eagerly parts his lips to let his tongue mingle gently with hers. For the moment he quietly enjoys her taste on his tongue - she's sweet, though he expected that.]

[He chuckles a bit as her hand covers her mouth to muffle the moan. While his hand continues its work beneath her bra, Rider brings his other hand up to take hers. His mouth softly kisses her fingers, then his tongue begins sliding up and down between her fingers.]

[The sight of her writhing beneath him, it's too much for Rider - it's growing more and more difficult to control himself. His hips seem to adopt a mind of their own as they continue to grind against hers again.]

[All of this was hard to handle for the princess. The kiss, his hand on her breast, now even the way he was licking her fingers. It's not like anything she's ever read or been told about sex...it's odd but it feels really...well...good.

As he plays with her breast she can't help but to whine lightly unable to cover her needy sounds for more. Sounds that increase as he rubs and grinds against her heat.]

R-Rider....A-Ah...what are you doing?

[The tone in her voice and the words she cries actually give Rider pause. He doesn't want to force her into something she doesn't want - but he can't really stop himself now.]

[His hand cups her cheek a moment before he brushes a softer kiss to her lips. Dark amber eyes look deep into hers as he takes a moment to pause.]

Trust me.

[His hand grasps the hem of her top, which he slowly moves to pull over her head. Then his fingers grasp the loose straps of her bra to pull it free and reveal her chest to the open air.]

[Trust him? She did but this was still...strange. Even feeling good like this felt odd for the princess but she assumes she can trust him. After all the heat she was feeling was still there but now it felt even more suffocating.

Euphemia looks back at him until she feels her top raise and she closes her eyes. When the cold air hits her chest she lets out a sharp gasp her arms instinctively moving to cover herself.]

[Rider reaches down, hands pressing to hers and lacing their fingers together.]

Easy, now...

[Slowly he pulls her arms away from her chest, exposing her to him. Rider leans down, kissing her neck gently, though the brush of his beard on her skin was likely rather rough.]

[He made his way down, to her collarbone, between her breasts. Rider took a moment to brush his tongue against her skin. Then gently he trailed kisses across her breast to her nipple, gently taking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.]

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