AlmxMathilda

Even within the confines of his tent, the bitter chill of the Rigelian wind still managed to rage, causing the warriors standing around Alm to shudder. Gray in particular seemed to be the most affected, constantly rubbing his hands across his body to keep himself warm, and he seemed anxious to get the war council over with. Alm couldn't blame him, considering they had been here for the better part of the night, huddled around the map, discussing battle tactics, possible travel paths, places the enemies might ambush them from, and all the other matters that followed during war. After several long discussions however, the meeting was finally wrapped up, and Alm let out a sigh of relief at the chance to finally get some rest. They were almost at the wall that separated the rest of Rigel from the castle, and he knew he needed to be well rested if he were to face Rudolf tomorrow.

As Alm thought on the battle to come, he thought of what were to happen after the war. He realized that despite how much he had fought, how he had prevailed in every battle he had partaken in, he had next to no idea what would happen when the war was actually over. How would he make sure that a new age of peace would reign over Valentia. How would he prevent further wars? What about Celica?

He found himself releasing a breath he didn't know he held in as he repeated the name in his mind. Celica. His mind raced back to the conversation they had had not too long ago. About her quest to head out to Duma tower. His chest ached with anxiety. It was easy to forget about it in the heat of battle, but often when he wasn't preoccupied, his mind always went back to his love, and the risk she took.

"Alm?" The sudden voice broke him free from his trance, and he looked up towards the one who called him out. Next to him stood Mathilda, clad in her usual armor, her flawless skin and blonde hair highlighted by the light coming from the brazier in the tent. Alm had always thought she was rather attractive, but seeing her this close in such a light revealed a whole new side to her that he wasn't aware of. In the light he could also see the concerning expression she wore, and he finally spoke up.

"L-lady Mathilda? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with..." he started, but stopped dead in his tracks as he realized the neither Clive, nor any of the other soldiers, were still in the tent. "Clive, as well as the others, have retired for the night," Mathilda said. "I was about to join my husband for the night, but I couldn't help but notice your worrisome expression." She stepped forward and clasped her two hands around Alms left hand, something that Alm wasn't sure how to interpret, or how to respond to.

"Uh, w-well...it's...it's really nothing you need to be concerned about, Lady Mathilda. Just...nervous about the upcoming battle," Alm lied. Mathilda responded with a shake of her head and a 'tsk, tsk'. "Alm, you know it's quite rude to lie to a lady, no?" she asked with an all knowing smile. Alm smiled nervously. "Uh, but I'm not lying.." He earned another 'tsk, tsk'. "I have my ways of knowing a thing or two about men, Alm. And you look like a man troubled by the complexity of love." Her mischievous grin was replaced by a sympathetic smile. "You're worried about that Celica girl, aren't you?"

Alms eyes shot up. He hadn't told her, how could she know? He stammered as he tried to get the words out. "Huh? How...how would you..?" He was interrupted by a chuckle from the knight, and she playfully placed a finger on her lips. "Like I said, a woman has her ways of knowing. But she also has her secrets. Now, was I right or not?" Alm realized there was no point in trying to hide it from her, and let out a sigh. "You're right. I'm...I'm worried about Celica. I wonder if she's okay." Mathilda nodded in understanding. "You love her," she said. Not as a question, but as a statement. Alm couldn't deny it. "I do."

Before Alm knew what was happening, he was gently pushed towards Mathilda as she wrapped her arm around him, pushing him into a caring embrace, his head resting close enough to her chest that he could hear her heartbeat. She was older, and as such towered over by him by a fair few inches, placing her cleavage in Alms direct line of sight, a sight which made the young warrior blush. Despite this, he didn't try to push himself away. He felt strangely at peace in her embrace. It was warm and tender. He rested his head comfortably against his chest. He knew it should feel odd, but it didn't. Not even when she rested her hand on top of his head. Or when he suddenly felt her lips being planted on his forehead. What did feel weird, however, was the feeling of her other hand slowly being traced up his leg. Going from his knee, slowly going further and further up.

"U-uh...lady Mathilda?" Alm asked with a hint of concern in his voice. "What are you doing?" She didn't respond as her arm traveled further up his leg, all the way to his waist, and Alm suddenly felt uncomfortable as he felt her arm prying away at his armored leggings. He tried to slowly push himself away from her, only to be suddenly pushed back, causing his face to be buried in the middle of her cleavage, which earned a giggle from Mathilda. "Don't be alarmed, Alm. I'm merely taking your mind of things," she said in a sultry tone as she managed to pry away the pieces that held Alms legging together, slowly taking them apart. Despite himself, Alm couldn't help but feel slightly flustered at the situation, and he felt his manhood begin to rise in anticipation of...something. A fact that Mathilda seemed to notice, as she let out a giggle. "Well, it seems you're not completely against this, if that's any indication," she said as she pointed to a bulge forming beneath Alms small-clothes. She slowly bent down on her knees, and with her fingers wrapped around the edges of Alms underwear, she slowly peeled them down.

Alms member hung before her. It certainly wasn't flaccid, but it definitely hadn't grown to a full erection yet, hanging at a somewhat curved angle at around 5 inches, Mathilda estimated. She carefully expected his length and his balls, which had a bit grown onto them. She didn't even look up as she began to speak. "Alm, before you reunite with Celica, I really do recommend you to trim yourself a bit. Why, I had Clive shaved completely bare, and his cock is so much more attractive now." Alm didn't know how to respond to that. He wasn't even completely sure how he had gotten himself in this situation, and he wasn't sure how he could get out of it...or if he even wanted to get out of it. On the one hand, he loved Celica and longed for his first time of intimacy to be with her. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny he had always admired Mathildas beauty, and when he tried to clear his mind at this moment he couldn't bring himself to object to what she was doing.

"Now Alm, I want you to tell me whether or not anything feels uncomfortable to you, okay? Can you promise me that?", she said as she wrapped one of her hands around Alms shaft, slowly running it up and down. Alm gritted his teeth at the new sensation. He had masturbated before, but it felt nothing like this. Mathildas strokes were slow, and she flexed her fingers and kneaded his cock with expert care, obviously familiar with this kind of technique. "It...it feels good," Alm managed to blurt out. "But...what about Clive?" He nervously eyed the entrance to the tent. If anyone were to walk in right now and see him and Mathilda like this...well, there was no telling what might happen. "It seems your mind is still to occupied on other things right now", Mathilda said. "Maybe this will take your mind of things?", she said with a playful smile as she moved her hand down to the middle of Alms now stone-hard cock, and ran her tongue along the tip. The new feeling sent a tingle of pleasure up Alms spine, and he let out a sharp gasp as he felt the wetness of her tongue begin to circle around the tip, and then around his shaft, and her hand found themselves fondling his balls. "Do you like this, Alm? Be honest," she said in between licking his shaft, making sure she stroked him when her tongue wasn't pleasuring him. Alm could only nod as he tried not to let the pleasure get the better of him, lest he moan so loud he would rouse suspicion. With a satisfied giggle, Mathilda suddenly stopped her service of him. "Then...I'm sure you will enjoy this." Before Alm could question what she meant, she took his member inside her mouth, taking him to the hilt.

Despite his best efforts, Alm groaned in a mixture of surprise and extreme pleasure. He had no time to take in the new sensation as she quickly began to bob her head back and forth across his cock, her tongue cushioning the underside of it and rubbing against it as it went back and forth inside her mouth. Alm bit his teeth together and was forced to support his arms on a wooden drawer behind him, as he feared he would lose his balance otherwise. Mathilda continued her assault on Alms cock, constantly bringing her mouth to the hilt and back to the tip in a mere second, while her hands continued to fondle his balls. Alm quickly lost track of time and could only squirm as he was completely at her mercy. As time passed, he quickly felt the familiar feeling of an upcoming orgasm rising in his nethers. "M-mathilda. I'm...I'm gonna...!"

As soon as he uttered those words, Mathilda suddenly withdrew both her mouth and hands from Alms cock, leaving it twitching in anticipation for an orgasm that wasn't going to cum. Alm looked dumbfounded back and forth between Mathilda and his cock, and he tried to utter some sort of question. "W-why did you..? I need too..." Mathilda merely rose up and placed a finger on his lips. "Though I would...adore the chance to taste your young virile semen, Alm, I think it would be wasted as a mere appetizer." As she spoke, she moved her hands behind her back, beginning to remove her own set of armor. In mere moments, her breastplate and the following pieces clattered to the ground, leaving her in her simple linen outfit, which she wasted no time in removing. Alm stared mesmerized as Mathilda bared her plump breasts and her neatly trimmed pussy to him. Soon enough, she stood completely naked before Alm, the fires of the brazier dancing against her skin, and Alm's erection twitched in anticipation once more. "You like what you see, Alm?", she said as she strolled over to the mattress in the corner of the tent, and lay down on her side. "Then come and take me."

As Alm stared down at the beauty in front of him, despite every fiber of his body screaming at him to do what she told him to, the part of his mind that remembered Celica begged him not to go through with it. Finally, Alm let out a sigh, and admitted the truth. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mathilda. You're very beautiful...and despite how much I want to go through with this...I wish for my first time to be with Celica. I'm so sorry." He couldn't bear to look at her.

He expected to hear her reprimand him, yell at him, tell him what an idiot he was. What he wasn't expecting was the words that were to come. "In that case, Alm, there is something else we could try. Look over here." Slowly, he turned his gaze over towards the bed. What he saw was Mathilda, her back resting against the mattress, her legs up in the air with her arms supporting them, her luscious behind fully presented to him. "Technically it's not wouldn't be pure intercourse if you were to sodomize me, would it, Alm?", she said with a devilish grin. Alm stared at the entrance to her backside. It was puckered, but he could tell that it was slightly more agape than what he was accustomed to seeing. Not that he was used to seeing many buttholes. He assumed Mathilda was no stranger to that of anal sex. He thought about it. Or he tried to. A part of him said that anal sex was still sex, but his hormones would take any excuse they could, and he quickly strolled over to Mathilda, and crouched down until he was laying on top of her. It took a few minutes to get into the proper position, but Mathilda assured him that her body had grown accustomed to taking in Clive, so Alm shouldn't be a problem. As he lined up his cock with her anal entrance, he looked once more into her eyes, asking for permission. She simply gave him a nod, which was all he needed. He took a deep breath, and slowly began to push into her ass.

When he finally managed to pop in, he thought he might very well cum then and there. The tight feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if every muscle in her body was clamping down on him. Instinctively he grabbed onto her breasts as he began to make short thrusts inside of her. Mathilda gave in to her moans of pleasure, though did keep the volume down somewhat. "Yes, Alm...! Take me! Make me yours!" Alm needed no further persuasion, as he continued to move his hips back and forth, all his doubt gone from his mind as he indulged in his most carnal desires. He bent his head down and planted his lips on Mathildas, hungrily kissing her, and she happily returned the kiss.

Alm couldn't even bother to utter any warning that his orgasm was coming. Still pent up from the blowjob he had received earlier, and the incredible pleasure he was receiving from her anal cavity, he merely grunted as he buried himself as far as he could inside her ass and let go, spilling his seed inside of her, his cock twitching with gratitude as it released what felt like several gallons of cum.

His sexual high running off, Alm slowly withdrew himself from Mathildas ass, several drips of semen leaking out of it as he did, forming in a small pool below her. Alm fell down on his back, panting and his body caked in sweat as he took in the beauty in front of him. Mathilda eventually rose up and went to get dressed again, with Alm being unable to do anything apart from just watch her. When she was dressed, she went and stopped by the entrance to the tent, and gave Alm a comforting smile. "I hope that took your mind of things? Don't worry, I'll tell them not to go inside without your approval first." And with that, she went off. Alm turned his gaze towards the tents ceiling, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted into the most comfortable sleep he had had in years.