The 7th Platoon

Cecille put her lance down with the rest of her things and began slipping off her armour. She was tired from that day's training, just like every other day, but she would never admit it. She was tough, she could handle it, and she didn't want the other recruits thinking she was weak. If she was going to be a knight of Altea, she was going to have to ignore pain and exhaustion, and always work the hardest.

And she had, except for one person: Chris. He was getting a lot of attention for his skills and effort...and taking it away from her. Since she had joined the 7th Platoon, he had been nothing but gracious, and she did like him...but he was still competition. As she removed her final piece of armour, her breast plate, Cecille made up her mind to start pushing herself even further. She had to beat Chris, no matter what.

Cecille took off her undershirt, her body wet and her joints aching. She tossed it onto the floor next to her and moved onto her pants. Now completely naked, she stretched, yawning loudly. She had completely forgotten that the door was unlocked, and she didn't realize someone was coming in until Chris was standing in the doorway, thunderstruck.

"Ah!"

Cecille turned around and saw him staring, his jaw hanging open. For a moment, all she could do was stare blankly. Then she screamed, too, and looked around for something to cover herself with. Finding nothing, she jumped onto her bed face down.

"Oh, no, I'm so sorry Cecille..."

Cecille lifted her head up. Her face was beet red, and in that moment Chris realized just how pretty she was. Her body was firm and toned from hard training, especially her ass. Her arms were cupped around her breasts, not too large and not too small.

Cecille stared at Chris, feeling her face hot with embarrassment. She also felt her heart beating with desire. Until now, she had not gotten a real look at Chris, as they were usually in training together when they spoke. But now, dressed in loose clothing, she realized how handsome he was, his face strong and his body even moreso. She also couldn't help but notice his groin. He had a boner.

She giggled slightly, forgetting herself. "How embarrassing..." she said, winking at Chris. "But...that's okay." She stood up now, revealing her full figure.

"Ah..Cecille, what are you-" before Chris could finish his sentence, Cecille pushed herself against him and kissed him softly. The kiss lasted only a second, but Chris felt his heart speed up.

The two, pushed together, stared into each other's faces, Cecille looking up at Chris. Chris reached up with both hands and undid Cecille's headband, letting her hair fall onto her bare shoulders.

"You know...I've always loved redheads..." Chris could feel it: he wanted her. Badly.

Cecille brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."

The two kissed again, this time moving to the bed. Chris removed his shirt and Cecille undid his pants. Chris wasted no time, immediately plunging into Cecille. She was tight, but wet, and she groaned in pleasure. Cecille wrapped her arms and legs around Chris' large figure, embracing him and bringing him close. The two kissed again, eyes closed, Chris moving in and out of Cecille, driving her mad with pleasure.

Cecille could tell she wasn't going to last long. She rarely masturbated and had never had sex before. "Oh, Chris.." She moaned, planting another kiss on his wet lips. "I'm almost there..."

"So am I." Chris had always been too busy training to chase after village girls, and though he was no stranger to masturbation this was much, much more.

Chris made a couple of deeper thrusts, sending Cecille up the wall. She moaned loudly now, almost screaming. "Yes...right there....ah!"

Cecille could feel herself let go, and felt Chris come inside of her. She felt the warmth of his cum in her insides, and felt her own juices flow out of her pussy. She reached up and kissed him sloppily, too pleased to care about etiquette anymore.

Chris put his clothes on quickly and moved towards the door. Cecille followed him, still dripping wet. They kissed, and she put her hands on his face.

"I'll be waiting again tomorrow night...but know that on the training grounds, we're still competitors."

Chris smiled. "I figured you'd say that...I can't wait. May the best warrior win."

He opened the door and walked out. Cecille grabbed her dirty undergarments and wiped up the mess, then put on her nightgown. She doused the torch lighting the room and walked to her bed, falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.