Work Text:
“'Her Royal Highness, the Queen of Dalmasca, hereby formally requests the presence of Judge Gabranth for a private dinner this evening. We pray that you grant this plea, by the grace of the Emperor of the Archadian Empire.'”
Larsa dropped the letter onto his desk, his eyebrows knitting together. “Quite a mouthful there, wouldn’t you say, Gabranth?”
At the side of the Emperor, as he always was, the aforementioned “Gabranth” stood still, grateful for the moment that he’d left his helmet on so that his liege could not see the look of clear exasperation on his face. “Her Royal Highness, the Queen of Dalmasca,” also known as dear, sweet Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca - or, as the man knew her best, Lady Ashe, petulant and overbearing as always. She was laying it on particularly thick, sending a formal request for the knight’s presence to Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, evoking the maximum bureaucratic weight she could manage, in order to make it nigh impossible for him to turn it down. He could only pray now that Larsa would see -
“Consider your leave granted, sir. Wouldn’t want to get between the Queen and her former knight in shining armor, as it were. Could be bad for relations.”
Bastard child.
“Gabranth” - or, in reality, the man known as Basch fon Ronsenburg, former knight of Dalmasca turned high Judge of Archadia in the place of his dearly-departed brother - allowed his shoulders to sag a little, his armor creaking in turn. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Ashe - the Queen, along with the rest of their ragtag little band of rebels who had successfully toppled the tyranny of Vayne Solidor and restored balance to Ivalice, was a dear friend, and a close companion. The prospect of spending an entire dinner with her, one-on-one, was the real problem, as Basch knew exactly what the young woman wanted of him, what he would have to spend the entire night parrying just to survive.
He’d already seen her, in fact - Ashe was in Archadia for a diplomatic meeting with Larsa and several other leaders in the region, hammering out a new trade deal now that the Empire’s good behavior had persisted for several months following Larsa’s ascent. Basch stood at Larsa’s side for the entire suite of eight-hour meetings, his legs slowly going numb as the heads of state squabbled lightly over tariffs and trade routes, sorting out security and protection patterns to fend off bandits, who would handle which stretches of the routes, rote matters like that. He’d been acutely aware of Ashe’s gaze any time the Queen wasn’t engaged in the talks, her eyes piercing straight through his armor, gobbling him up, a predator whose next meal stood helplessly in front of her.
One might expect a man like Basch to be flattered by the attention of the Queen, to leap at the chance to bed a woman of such stature and beauty. Basch, however, was a man of honor, of principle, of pragmatism - a connection like that could never work between him and Ashe. She was half his age, to start, and the bond he’d formed with her was one forged in fire, hammered by the shared trauma of loss. He loved Ashe, but more like one would love an old friend, not as a romantic partner. Not to mention the distance - his sword was sworn to Larsa for life, and she was the Queen of Dalmasca. The excuse of “diplomatic visits” could only hold for so long. It simply didn’t make sense, nor was it something Basch thought he deserved, regardless of how obvious Ashe was about her attraction. Now that she was pushing the issue in earnest, however, Basch feared it was only a matter of time until the prospect of an outright rejection had to enter the picture, and the thought filled him with dread.
“I - ah - I don’t believe I have any formal wear, my liege.”
Larsa raised an eyebrow, looking a little incredulous.
“Is that your best attempt at getting out of this? Rather pathetic, don’t you think? Besides, Ashe adores you. She’s talked about you every opportunity she’s had, when formal business is over for the day. There is simply no universe in which I would decline this request.”
Of course she is.
“Worry not about the garb - I’ll have the tailor adjust an outfit for you,” Larsa declared. “As of this moment, you are officially on leave until sundown tomorrow.”
The Emperor rose to his feet, reaching up to Basch’s helmet to flip up the faceplate, exposing his knight’s look of resignation.
“Try not to have too much fun.”
Basch grimaced. “Is that an order, my liege?”
Larsa laughed, slapping the visor shut.
“Dismissed.”
+
All things considered, dinner with Ashe could have been a lot more awkward than it ended up being.
She behaved herself, for the most part. Reminiscing on the events of the past year of their respective lives had proven unexpectedly cathartic for Basch, and it was quite refreshing to see the Queen of Dalmasca drop her royal affect for a short while, reverting back to the headstrong, inquisitive, deeply-convicted nineteen-year-old he’d first come to know in their travels together. It was good to see that the pressures of royal rule hadn’t changed the sandy-haired woman in any way that truly mattered, though Basch supposed it only made sense, considering her royal lineage.
Yes, Ashe behaved herself. For the most part.
The first indicator of the Queen’s true intentions on this night came the moment Basch arrived at the expansive guest accommodations, where Ashe’s royal guard silently swung the doors open to reveal the Queen waiting patiently for him behind them. She was wearing an absolutely stunning gown, one that she absolutely could not ever risk wearing in public - stark white, with gold adornments acting as accents all across the fabric. The cut of the neckline swooped unbelievably low, nestling comfortably between Ashe’s modest breasts, and there were no sleeves to speak of, the upper half of the garment instead looping around the Queen’s neck, the sides of it ducking just below Ashe’s ribcage to attach together at her lower back, just above the waistline. The length of the dress was more modest, at least, save for the two slits along the sides that rose from ankle to hip, allowing Ashe to display her long, milky legs whenever she pleased.
It may have been a gown fit for a Queen, but not any Queen Basch was familiar with - a queen of the back alleys, perhaps. It made his beige tunic look positively peasantly by comparison, though the knight knew that such would be the case no matter what he wore to this dinner. It didn’t help that Ashe took advantage of the dress’s features throughout their talk, adjusting her top from time to time to ensure maximum cleavage visibility, slipping her legs out from under her dress to give Basch a nice, long look at them, fluttering her eyelashes in his direction in the process. A lesser man would leap at the Queen, take the subtext as text, and ravage her the way she so clearly desired, right then and there on the dining table.
But Basch was no lesser man.
He was used to this from Ashe, and he kept himself centered throughout their little catch-up chat, dragging anecdotes and asides out of the Queen to keep her talking - updates on Vaan and Penelo (officially an item, thank the gods), rumors and whispers regarding Balthier and Fran (sweeping across the southernmost reaches of Ivalice, building their legend and lightening the coffers of local robber barons in the process), some talk of life in the palace now that independence had been won once more (cavernous, and frustratingly lonely). The deflections carried them late into the evening until the pair could stall no more, Ashe walking her former knight to the door.
“It has been such a dear pleasure to catch up like this, Basch,” Ashe sighed, a wistful expression on her face. “Moments like these…they are fleeting, and they grow rarer every day. I fear the time may come where even these brief windows of leisure time vanish from my grasp. And…”
She reached out, wrapping her fingers around Basch’s sleeve, causing the man to stiffen up, his jaw setting.
“…I certainly would not decline an offer for some late-evening company,” she continued. “Should you be able to spare the time, of course. There may not be another chance to do so.”
Ashe’s eyes fixated on Basch, and the knight met her gaze, feeling his resolve wavering more than it ever had before. Decorum dictated that the Queen speak in riddle, metaphor, and euphemism, and this was by far the most forward she’d been with him. She may as well have said “bend me over the table and take me, for God’s sake.” The quiet desperation almost worked.
Almost.
“My sincerest apologies, Highness, but I grow weary of being apart from my liege’s side any longer,” Basch said, bowing to Ashe. “If you would grant me leave.”
For the briefest of moments, it looked as though Ashe would let the matter go, and allow Basch to preserve his honor another night. The grip on his sleeve tightened, however, and Ashe’s face contorted into an expression of sudden, unbridled rage. Before Basch could inquire, the Queen’s right hand rose, and she swung, her open palm connecting hard and loud with the side of Basch’s face.
“Ghhk - H - Highness -”
“Basch fon Ronsenburg, you absolute buffoon,” Ashe snarled, her voice a rattling hiss in her throat as she grabbed the front of Basch’s tunic to keep him from shying away. “Do you derive some sort of sick pleasure from this? From humiliating me?”
“I - I don’t -”
“Shall I drop to my knees like a common whore?” Ashe pressed, leaning in further. “Would that catch your attention in some manner that my words, my appearance, my actions, do not? Is it not enough that I have to practically beg you to acknowledge what I have tried to make plain as day for months? What, pray tell, would earn the hand of the vaunted knight Basch fon Ronsenburg? Or, perhaps, the high Judge Gabranth, even?”
Ashe’s anger left Basch at a complete loss for words, able only to stare down at the fuming Queen in shock, his mouth opening and closing lamely as he failed to corral his crashing train of thought. Met with yet more inaction from her former protector, Ashe saw fit to take matters into her own hands, and Basch let out a strained wheeze as he suddenly felt the young woman’s hand between his legs, harshly palming his crotch, squeezing his balls in her fingers.
“H - Highness, please, this is - this is too much,” Basch gasped out, careful not to put his hands on her even as she continued to manhandle him in turn. “This is - it’s far beyond the pale -”
“Is that the case?” Ashe challenged, leaning in so close that Basch could feel her breath tickling across his neck, adding another layer of stress on his shoulders as he fought to keep his composure. “Perhaps you misunderstand, Basch - I am Queen Regnant of Dalmasca. Her Royal Highness, as you know. Nothing is beyond the pale for one such as I.”
She smirked, her eyes narrowing as she flexed her fingers, stirring up a feeling in Basch’s pelvis that he needed to stamp out at all costs. With Ashe’s commanding grip of his crotch, and the harsh reality of her beauty before his eyes, however, he was on the losing side of this war, and his face flushed in humiliation as the Queen caught on.
“It seems that the sword of Archadia has a twin below the belt,” Ashe teased, licking her lips. “Perchance, do you swing this one with the same proficiency?”
“Highness, please -”
“Stop calling me that,” Ashe ordered. “I have heard quite enough of it from your lips. Address me informally. Like you…like you used to.”
Basch gritted his teeth, swallowing down his ingrained sense of decorum to at least grant the Queen this indulgence.
“Lady Ashe,” Basch breathed, “we cannot - we cannot do this. It would be inappropriate on every level imaginable. A knight of my pedigree dare not lay hands on the sovereign of another nation, no matter what our personal relationship may be. To do so would be a betrayal of my oath, of my liege, of - of…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, a rotten feeling in his stomach.
“Of departed Lord Rasler.”
The mention of her deceased husband seemed to stoke Ashe’s growing rage further, and she tightened her grip on Basch’s package, her nails starting to press into the sensitive flesh in a way that made Basch squirm a little.
“Don’t you dare invoke his name,” Ashe growled. “My husband is dead, Basch. You cannot possibly believe that he would have me play the role of spinster for the remainder of my life. To think so is a far greater insult than anything I could bring upon his name, and I find it pathetic that you dare use his memory as a shield.”
Basch looked away, humiliated once more, and acutely aware of just how right Ashe’s declaration.
“Forgive me, Lady Ashe.”
“Forgiveness, you say?” Ashe repeated. “It could be granted, like so. Cease this futile attempt at chivalry. Give me what I desire. Deliver me from the indignity of begging for it like some street rat.”
Her anger broke for a moment, her expression softening.
“Do you remain loyal to me, Basch?”
Basch gulped, squeezing his eyes shut once more. It was a total loss on his side, one that he should have anticipated. Now, all he could do was grant the Queen’s desire, loathe as he was to cross so many lines at once. This, too, was his duty.
“Always.”
Ashe smiled, her eyes gleaming.
“Follow.”
The Queen made her decree, but she led Basch herself anyway, looping her arm around his to yank him towards the sofa positioned on the opposite wall. Already, the tainted allure of fulfilling Ashe’s deepest desire was infecting his mind and body, his eyes drifting to the Queen’s swaying hips, arousal stirring in his pants. Basch, noble knight that he was, stamped out the burgeoning fire in his loins as best he could. This wasn’t a matter of his pleasure - it was all for her. He’d been given a mission, and he had no choice but to see it through properly.
At the sofa, Ashe spun Basch around and pressed a hand to his chest, shoving him down into a sitting position. The knight groaned in discomfort as the Queen clambered onto him and giggled as she deftly unfastened Basch’s tunic to expose his scarred, muscular torso, her eyes widening in excitement as she dragged her hands down his chest, feeling every little contour and committing them to memory. He jumped when her hands reached their destination below the belt, slender fingers pressing through fabric to find and tease at his shaft, and Ashe’s eyes narrowed seductively as she felt Basch twitch in her hands.
“Let us see what the noble Judge Gabranth’s other sword looks like, shall we…”
With remarkable deftness given her awkward positioning, Ashe slipped her hand into Basch’s waistband and tugged his pants down just enough to expose his cock, twitching and dribbling with a spot of pre-cum at the tip already. Upon seeing his length in all its glory, Ashe momentarily dropped her teasing, indignant facade, her jaw dropping, cheeks flushing deep crimson as she squeezed his rod in her hand.
“O - Oh, my…this is…quite the weapon…impressive…”
‘Impressive’ severely undersold the extent of Ashe’s awe - the Queen was practically drooling, licking her lips and panting as she gave Basch a few warm-up strokes, savoring the feeling of his growing desire in her hand. Blinking hard a few times and shaking her head, she came back to her senses, and her indignant expression returned as she slipped off of Basch’s lap, standing and stepping back a few paces. Turning her back to her loyal knight, Ashe brought her hands to the nape of her neck, where a thin strip of fabric was all that kept the Queen decent.
“Leave your false modesty behind, dear Basch,” Ashe commanded. “You are a man, and men gawk, slack-jawed, at the women around them. They drink in our appearances like the sweetest wine, and devour us whole the moment they have the opportunity. As such…”
Ashe offered Basch a cheeky wink over her shoulder as she unfastened the strap.
“Look upon your Queen, and indulge.”
The dress dropped, and Basch felt his heart leap into his chest as Ashe’s naked form was presented to him, the sheer fabric of her evening dress falling away to reveal her large, shapely rear end, scandalously devoid of undergarments. The Queen cocked her hips to one side, then the other, and Basch’s eyes followed her movements intensely, his cock throbbing almost painfully at the sight of her. She turned on her heel back towards the knight, and Basch’s eyes widened shamefully as he was granted a glimpse of the Queen’s sex, peach-colored and shaved bare, tucked neatly between her thick thighs.
“Does my dear knight approve of what he sees?” Ashe prodded, bringing her hands to her hips and sliding them up her sides, framing her perky, modest breasts with her forearms. It was a look that felt almost out of place on the woman in front of him, more provocative and exhibitionistic than Basch ever could have imagined Ashe being. More erotic than he’d ever pictured the young royal, certainly. And, to the knight’s everlasting shame…it worked on him.
Truly I am unfit for service, to be swayed so easily…
Ashe sauntered towards Basch, her eyes alighting on his twitching, traitorous cock, desperate for another round of her touch. She took hold of his pants by the waistband and yanked them down to his ankles, then rather brusquely got back on top of him, shuddering as she felt his cock brush against her dripping wet cunt. The excitement of finally being able to bed Basch seemed to be getting to Ashe a little, and she struggled to maintain her severe demeanor even while her hand shook uncontrollably when she reached between her legs to take hold of him.
“From here on out, Basch, your complete, unbridled cooperation is imperative, do you understand me?” Ashe declared, her breath hot on Basch’s face, pressing her forehead to his. “By royal decree…we go until I am satisfied, and not a second earlier.”
“L - Lady Ashe…”
“Do you understand?”
Basch gulped, squeezing his eyes shut, acutely aware of his tip spreading open Ashe’s entrance, heat practically radiating out from her insides on top of him.
“I do.”
Ashe smiled.
“So it shall be done. O - Ohhhh…”
Ashe’s declaration soon pinched into a moan as she descended upon Basch’s cock, his great girth splitting her open inch by inch. She displayed a remarkable amount of control as her hips dropped, maintaining a steady, deliberate pace of descent, hands braced against Basch’s chest, thighs tight and firm around him. The knight kept his hands at his sides, allowing the Queen to set the pace, wary of encouraging her any further. Being inside Ashe was, frankly, overwhelming - it had been years and years since the last time Basch had felt the touch of a woman, and for it to be Lady Ashe, of all people, was rather too much for him to process.
She was tight, unbelievably so, and hot as a furnace inside. Her pace started out slow and steady, and her face contorted a little bit with every drop of her hips, struggling to adjust to Basch’s size. After a couple of minutes, though, Ashe settled in, and she began to ride her knight with confidence and gusto. Her grunts and groans of effort gave way to quiet, breathy moans, her cheeks burning crimson, her arms shuddering as she clapped her hips down against Basch’s pelvis over and over. She stared into his eyes, brows knitting together at his lack of reciprocation, and brought a hand to his cheek, her nails indenting into his skin as an expression of her displeasure.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you to death?” the Queen prodded, irritation seeping into her tone. “Her Royal Highness is putting in the work, and all you’re doing is lying here like you’re being assaulted. The least you could do is use those big, manly hands on me…”
Basch blinked, embarrassed despite himself at being called out like this. His eyes drifted down to Ashe’s breasts, bouncing cutely with every buck of the Queen’s hips on top of him, and he found himself momentarily mesmerized by them, staring openly at her heaving chest, Ashe’s not-so-subtle hint at direction only partially followed.
“Gods above, Basch, take a hint,” Ashe growled, grinding her hips against his pelvis. “Willing to look, but too scared to touch? Or are you not interested because I’m not hauling water balloons around, hm? Too bad. Here, allow me to encourage you along…”
Reaching down, she grabbed his wrists and directed his hands to her breasts, encouraging him to cup them in his palms, feeling the soft, springy flesh indent under his fingers. Being spurred into action woke Basch up a bit more, and he rocked his hips upwards to meet Ashe, earning a squeak of a moan for his trouble. Leaning forward, he focused on the Queen’s breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples, gently squeezing and massaging her mounds, marveling at the way they seemed almost perfectly shaped to his hands, like two halves of the same whole. As Ashe’s voice steadily climbed in register, he found himself growing even more bold, craning his neck to take a nipple in his mouth, gently grazing his teeth across the sensitive nub and finding a touch of satisfaction in the way Ashe shuddered from it.
“Haaaah…there we are, now you’re getting it…” Ashe panted as she eagerly humped against him, bringing her hands to his face to cup his cheeks. “They’re not the biggest in the world, sure…certainly, they don’t quite compare to what those Viera women tend to carry around…but mine have their own appeal, do they not? Fitting perfectly in the hands, firm and perky…”
Detaching himself momentarily from Ashe’s breast, Basch gave the Queen a look of vague disapproval over her insecure ramblings.
“’Tis not befitting the Queen of Dalmasca to find jealousy over bust sizes,” Basch chided. “You are…more beautiful than you know, Lady Ashe. Please, take pride in that.”
Appearing rather taken aback by Basch’s stunningly sincere response, Ashe’s cheeks burned red, and she looked away for a moment, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth. Then, she glanced back at Basch and lightly slapped his chest, a nervous giggle escaping her lips.
“So you do have a romantic bone in your body,” Ashe purred, her eyes gleaming. “Noted. Now, enough talking…”
Cupping the back of Basch’s head, Ashe guided him back to her nipple to shut him up, and turned her focus back to the task at hand. Now that the pair were mostly on the same page, Ashe could throw herself into the act of fucking her beloved knight, immersing herself in the pleasure of finally being able to connect with him. Basch focused his efforts on supplemental pleasure while the Queen wildly rode him, and it took only a couple more minutes of frantic, desperate sex for Ashe to reach the peak, her legs tightly clamping around Basch as she was beset by a thunderous, mind-numbing orgasm, spraying her love all over Basch’s crotch and bucking her hips through it. Ashe’s entire body tensed up on top of the knight, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock, arms looped around his neck, and when the wave finally subsided, she went completely limp, draping herself across Basch’s chest, drenched in sweat, her chest heaving.
“Oh…ohhhhhh…Gods, that was amazing…” Ashe gasped, smiling with satisfaction, her eyes fluttering shut. Basch put a tentative hand on her back, patting her and sighing to himself, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy the woman. Sure, he hadn’t reached orgasm, but that was beside the point - it wasn’t about his pleasure, or satisfaction. In fact, it was better for both of them for him to leave incomplete, as it were, and blow off his own steam in the comfort of his bedchambers afterwards.
When Basch brought his hands to Ashe’s hips to lift her off of him, however, the Queen’s eyes shot open, and she reached forward to clutch his face between her palms. Before Basch could react, Ashe crashed her lips against his, nearly cutting his lips on his own teeth, and he let out a silent gasp as he felt the woman’s tongue barge into his mouth, effortlessly subjugating his own and taking a greedy sample of his taste. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva tethered knight and Queen to each other, and she looked upon him with a bit of mania in her eyes.
“L - Lady Ashe, this is…” Basch sputtered, grasping around for something he could say to get her to slow down. “I - It would be deeply unwise to continue -”
“Quiet, knight,” Ashe interrupted, pressing a finger to Basch’s lips. “If you think I was satisfied by a single climax, you are sorely mistaken. We will not finish here until I am hardly able to even stand. After all, we have a year’s worth of tension to resolve. Now…”
Gingerly lifting herself off of Basch’s stiff, twitching member, Ashe rolled to the side and off of his lap, ending up in a kneeling position on the sofa itself. Pivoting, the Queen rested her elbows on the armrest at the sofa’s other end, pointing her reddened cunt directly at the knight, who felt a fresh wave of adrenaline rush through him at the sight. Rising up a little so that she could reach back and spread her cheeks with both hands, Ashe made her next decree, cutting straight to the point.
“Come, Basch. Mount your Queen.”
By this point, Basch was plenty worked up, and though he had reservations about the crude position Ashe was demanding of him, it took no further prodding for him to obey. Rising to his feet, he turned and knelt back onto the sofa, lining himself up carefully behind the Queen. It was a tight fit, both inside her and on furniture that wasn’t quite designed for this kind of activity, but Basch managed to get somewhat comfortable, and held tight to Ashe’s hip with one hand, steadying his cock with the other.
Cold feet momentarily overtook him, staring down at the smooth expanse of Ashe’s back, sweat beading all over the Queen of Dalmasca as she awaited his intrusion, and Basch briefly entertained the thought of calling it all off, resolving to endure Ashe’s wrath, whatever shape it ended up taking. Before he could sway himself back in either direction, however, Ashe rocked her hips back, and let out a low groan of pleasure as she fucked herself right onto Basch’s cock.
“Haaaaaah…that’s it…there’s the spot…”
Tightening his grip on Ashe’s hips, Basch asserted his own pace after Ashe forced the issue, finding a slow, gentle rhythm to start off with. The feeling of being inside the Queen was just as overwhelming as it was the first time, but from this angle, everything felt brand new - he was finding new ridges inside her, grinding against different spots in her canal. He was captivated by the way her ass rippled every time his hips met hers, and he allowed himself the indulgence of groping her cheeks as he picked up the pace a little, earning another satisfied groan for his trouble.
For a little while, it seemed that Ashe was satisfied with his work, matching his thrusts by rocking her hips back to meet him, panting and whining as his cock dug into her over and over. Soon, however, the knight’s tentative pace began to grate on his Queen, and Ashe’s hands balled into fists in frustration, leering over her shoulder at Basch.
“Do you plan on shifting out of first gear any time soon, Basch?” Ashe snapped. “You are a powerful man, and a touch-starved one, at that. I know you can do better than this. Make me plead no longer - satisfy your Queen like you mean it.”
Ashe’s decree was authoritative but frustratingly vague - he certainly meant it in the sense that he was doing what he would do with any woman. Did she want it rougher? The thought made him shudder inside, but Basch supposed that there was some room to work with, in that regard, and so he picked up the pace of his thrusting, his hands gripping tighter on Ashe’s hips as the room began to fill with the sound of skin smacking against skin.
“Mmmmh - that’s - that’s a start - unnnnhh -” Ashe choked out. “Mmmmmore - more - haaaah -”
She likes the roughness, huh…
Keeping up his increased pace, Basch crouched forward and carefully threaded his fingers through Ashe’s hair, pulling her head back just enough for her to feel it, and the guttural moan of ecstasy she let out indicated that he was on the right track. Keeping himself leveraged by holding on to her hair, Basch reached around to her chest with his left hand to grope her tit, pinching her nipple firmly between his fingers. He could feel her cunt clenching tightly around his cock with every touch, and though manhandling the Queen like this frayed his nerves, Basch had to admit that it was rather gratifying to pay her attitude back to her. Sinking into that feeling, Basch felt his grip on his self-control beginning to slip, and the slow, deliberate descent into debauchery was catalyzed further by the way Ashe’s moans grew louder and more depraved with each subsequent ram of his pelvis against her big, jiggling ass.
“Nnnnhhhhhh…Basch…oh, Basch…” Ashe whimpered, bucking her hips back to meet his with every thrust, the loud, snappy smack of skin on skin echoing throughout the guest quarters. Peering back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust, she fired off another command at her loyal, somewhat obedient knight, looking practically mischievous.
“S - Spank me, Basch,” Ashe ordered, her voice wavering as Basch thrusted into her. “Your - ggghhh - your Queen has been selfish and perverse…you need to - hhhhhhh - you need to discipline her…”
Whatever depraved command Basch had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that, and his brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and secondhand embarrassment.
“I - I, ah…I am not sure I can follow through with that, Lady Ashe…it seems rather inappropriate…”
Eyes narrowing, Ashe bucked back with particular intensity, knocking Basch momentarily off his rhythm. Reaching back, she grabbed his wrist and directed his hand to her rear, aggressively patting the back of his hand to help him get the picture.
“You would defy an order from your Queen?” Ashe drawled, raising an eyebrow. “I think not. I have been naughty, Basch. Punish me.”
Even Basch, at this point, could not defy an order from the Queen of Dalmasca a second time, and so he gulped, clutched at Ashe’s hip with his left hand, and firmly brought his right upon her ass cheek, twitching a little at the depraved, guttural whine of arousal that erupted from Ashe’s lips the moment he made contact. He’d held back plenty, but the impact still left a bright red mark on her, and he attempted to be more careful the second time as he brought his hand down again. This time, the moan was quieter, but he felt Ashe clench around his cock, seemingly still satisfied. When he reared back again, however, Ashe barked out a simple directive.
“Harder.”
Setting his jaw, Basch complied, leaving a deeper red welt on Ashe’s rear end accompanied by a moan just as loud. He switched to the other hand and made a matching impact on the left cheek, smacking several times in quick succession and nearly forcing Ashe right off of his cock. He reared back again, ready to continue, until Ashe threw her hand back to stop him, gasping for air.
“That’s - that’s enough of that,” the Queen announced, her arms shaking. “Oh, sitting for all those meetings is going to be…quite the ordeal…”
Peering back at Basch, she winked, sticking her tongue out a little.
“But it was worth it. Now get back to it.”
Grunting in frustration, Basch redoubled his efforts to fuck some sense into Ashe, holding on tightly to her hips as he picked up the pace. The growing intensity of the knight’s thrusting knocked Ashe out of her kneeling position, and Basch took the initiative to mount her fully, pinning her against the sofa cushions. Tightening his grip on the Queen’s hair, he pulled her head back a little more, and Ashe responded in kind, her entire body shuddering excitedly from her knight’s harsh treatment of her. This was a side of her Basch had never seen, and it was jarring to see such a strong woman submit to him so readily. Almost…dangerous, even, considering the lack of control Ashe had over what was happening to her in the moment.
He couldn’t help but think, in the back of his mind, that he was the only person trustworthy enough to provide for the Queen of Dalmasca like this, and though he’d protested so fiercely against doing this with her in the first place, he couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction, practically pride, he felt at that notion.
“Nnhhhh - Basch, Basch - hold - give me a moment to - hhhhhhhh -”
Ashe’s sudden plea was disjointed and barely audible, but Basch picked up on it and immediately released his grip on the Queen’s hair, shuffling back off of her and pulling out, leaving a thin, glistening trail of pre-cum on the sofa cushion between them. She took a moment to collect herself, and regret seeped into Basch’s chest over how much of a mess he’d made of her - Ashe’s hair was matted with sweat and hopelessly ruffled, her face was flushed a deep crimson matched only by her puffy, battered pussy, and she seemed to move almost reluctantly, grimacing a little as she rolled over onto her back. For a moment, the knight thought that his Queen might throw in the towel, and the idea came as a relief to him. Instead, however, she spread her legs wide open, hooking her fingers behind her knees to keep her legs in the air, and she looked to Basch with a sultry expression.
"Basch…"
She smiled.
“Fuck me.”
An hour ago, Basch would have refused such a callous, crude order, even from the Queen of Dalmasca. Now, however, he had taken several bites of fruit from the poison tree, and all he could think was that he wanted more, more, more. So Basch scooted forward, leaning over Ashe and pressing his tip against her entrance, staring into her eyes as he thrusted back into her, allowing himself a self-satisfied smile at the way her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent wail of raw pleasure. His hands replaced hers behind her knees, pushing them up nearly to her ears, justifying the extreme angle to himself by reasoning that it would hit the spot for Ashe better, and his flimsy reasoning was immediately validated by the way her nails dug into his wrists, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he pumped into her.
The time for modesty and restraint had passed - now, Basch and Ashe fucked like true lovers, both of them drowning in each other’s pleasure. Basch pressed his forehead to Ashe’s, and she tugged him down into several more sultry, desperate kisses, moaning into his mouth with every thrust into her core. Their sweat and sex mingled together, pelvises mashing against each other, the sofa creaking in protest underneath the two, but Basch and Ashe could no longer perceive the outside world - all they could see, all they could focus on, was each other, and nothing else mattered.
“Haaaah - ahhhhhhnnnn - Gods above, Basch, this is - hhhhhhhghhh - this is all I ever desired,” Ashe choked out, burying her face in her knight’s shoulder. “I can’t - haaaaah - I can’t believe I finally made it happen…finally, I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”
Basch offered no response but to push his pace even further, reducing Ashe to a spluttering, whimpering mess underneath him. He could feel the orgasm that tore through her moments later, her eyes rolling back, cunt clenching so tightly around his cock that he worried it would be torn off, making a complete mess of the sofa as her ecstasy sprayed out against his abdomen. The knight fucked her right through it, and her entire body locked up as he managed to stack a second orgasm on top of the first, dragging the tip of his cock across just the right spot inside her. She looked practically catatonic by this point, a spot of drool escaping from the corner of her lips, but those intense eyes remained fixated on him, as if daring him to push even more.
Alas, though the Judge’s stamina could stack up against any man in the world, even he had his limits, and as he grunted and groaned on top of Ashe, he could feel an almost blinding pressure building in his pelvis, coiling just under the base of his cock. His balls tightened up, full to bursting with what would prove to be a catastrophic mistake, were he to not pull out in the next several seconds. Gentleman that he was, Basch made the tactical error of relaying his impending orgasm to Ashe, a pre-apology for having to wrap up their session.
“Lady Ashe, I - I cannot go any further,” Basch gasped out, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to last just a little bit longer. “I must - gghhh - I must withdraw before - gah!”
Basch attempted to pull out, feeling his orgasm bubbling just under the surface now, but Ashe knocked his hands away from her legs so that she could wrap them around his waist, trapping him inside her. Panicked, the knight attempted to break out of her grip, but was shocked to find that he could not overpower her, his eyes widening when he noticed the wisps of magic encircling Ashe’s hand.
“L - Lady Ashe, what in the hell are you doing!?” Basch exclaimed, terror beginning to overtake him. “You must release me this instant, or -”
“This is your final duty, my dear knight,” Ashe declared, a look of pure lust overtaking her expression, practically manic. “A Queen needs an heir. Deliver me one.”
“N - No - no, please - I cannot - rrrhhhhhhhh -”
Basch held out as long as he could, but he had already been rolling down the hill when he first vocalized his warning, and the sensation of being trapped in Ashe’s grip pushed him definitively over the edge. Groaning in defeat, Basch screwed his eyes shut and looked away from the Queen as he explosively came inside her, dumping rope after rope of thick, horribly potent semen directly into her womb, his tip nearly kissing her cervix from being buried so deep inside her. He involuntarily thrusted forward a time or two during it, inadvertently helping to fuck some of his seed even deeper into Ashe, and she let out a satisfied little moan at the sensation, hooking her arms around the back of Basch’s neck and staring lovingly up at him.
“And now, we shall be one.”
Mercifully, Ashe saw fit to grant Basch his freedom after that, unhooking her legs from around his waist. The knight scrambled away from his Queen as quickly as he could manage, staring down in horror as his seed began to leak out of her, dribbling out of Ashe’s battered cunt onto the sofa cushion underneath her. As Basch sagged against the armrest opposite Ashe, the Queen reached between her legs and scooped up a helping of his cum, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the thickness of his seed. Desiring a sample, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, fluttering her eyelashes at Basch as she swallowed a dollop of his cum, letting out an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction afterwards.
“Ah…the perfect taste.”
Basch begged to differ - he covered his face in his hands as the reality of what he’d done threatened to come down on him like a ten-ton weight. Before he could follow that train of thought too far, however, he suddenly felt Ashe’s touch between his legs again, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the Queen position herself between his legs, wrapping her fingers around his soft shaft and beginning to stroke it, encouraging him to firm back up again.
“L - Lady Ashe, what is this?” Basch accused, wincing a little as he was forced to grow hard once more. “We cannot possibly - what we have done is enough of a disaster -”
“Silence,” Ashe interrupted, her expression darkening. “I’ve heard quite enough of your protests. Allow the Queen her work.”
Dozens of potential protests all threatened to jam their way out of Basch’s throat, but he kept his mouth shut as commanded, instead watching rather nervously as the Queen of Dalmasca began to work him over. She started slow, deliberate, almost agonizingly so, flicking her tongue lightly across his tip, just enough contact for him to feel it, and feel it Basch did - each touch of the Queen’s tongue on his shaft set shivers up his spine, electricity right to his brain. Already overstimulated by his explosive orgasm moments before, Ashe’s soft, sultry teasing was whatever circuits were left intact in his mind, and all he could do was simply sit back and let the pleasure wash over him.
It was just a touch disquieting how much of an expert she seemed to be, considering her supposed dearth of experience in this realm - her tongue swirled intoxicatingly around his tip, her lips kissing ever so lightly against the pale pink cap of his shaft, suctioning just enough to engulf the head between her soft lips. Her slate grey eyes peered up at Basch as she worked, and the look of disbelief on his face as he watched her earned him a contented chuckle, Ashe’s lips turning upwards into a smirk.
“That feels good, does it not?” Ashe teased, hunching down to drag her tongue from the bottom of Basch’s shaft all the way up to the tip, circling around it before descending back down. “This is a technique I learned from our dear Viera friend…yes, Fran would drive Balthier mad with the things her tongue could do…unfortunately, hume tongues aren’t quite so dexterous, but I believe I can get rather close, don’t you agree?”
“Nnn - hhhhh - Lady Ashe, this is too much…” Basch groaned, his cock throbbing desperately under her touch, jumping against her tongue, eager for more despite its owner’s exhaustion. Ashe complied with gusto, lashing Basch’s cock over and over with her tongue, dragging it up and down his shaft, even daring to offer a stray lick or two across his balls on the downstrokes. The teasing was getting to be too much - if Ashe was going to do this, he needed her to offer him more than just a few cheeky licks of his rod.
Fortunately for the knight, Ashe could tell what her charge truly needed, and opened her mouth wide to take Basch’s cock deep down her throat. The immediate sensation was a relief, spiking Basch’s arousal greatly and satisfying the growing itch in his pelvis - her lips suctioned firmly to his shaft, providing just the right amount of pressure and warmth. She bobbed up and down effortlessly on him, taking him deeper down her throat with every downstroke than Basch thought possible of the woman. He did wish, however, that the Queen wasn’t so insistent on direct eye contact throughout - Ashe barely even seemed to blink, even when tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she took the entirety of Basch’s throbbing cock down her throat, bulging out of her neck and clogging her airway.
This is too much. Far too much…
Overwhelmed, Basch found himself reaching out, practically on autopilot, for Ashe’s head, intending to push back and get her to slow down the pace, give him some breathing room. The Queen, however, simply batted his hand away, her eyes narrowing with a clear warning - let me work. Defeated once more, Basch gritted his teeth and let his hands drop to his sides, allowing Ashe free reign to suck him off as she so desired. The Queen took advantage, using one hand to keep Basch’s cock steady while the other explored his body, cupping his balls in her hand, fingers brushing against his rear entrance to tease him and spur him on. It didn’t take much more effort for Ashe to drag a second orgasm out of Basch, still sensitive from the first round, and his seed was accordingly thinner this time, though he managed to fill her mouth rather impressively nonetheless, groaning in discomfort as he shot several more ropes of cum down her throat.
When she was finished, Ashe pulled back from Basch, rising up to her knees and opening her mouth to display the result of her hard work, before pinching her lips back together to swallow it down. The sight of her clean pink tongue afterwards, and the wink Ashe gave him in the aftermath, made Basch’s head spin, and he remained spinning as the Queen cuddled up against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Thank you, my dear knight,” Ashe breathed, satisfied. “You have given me a truly wonderful gift on this night. Hold your head high.”
But Basch would not - he could not. He had violated the code to which he had pledged his life, all because he allowed himself to be susceptible to Ashe’s feminine wiles. He’d betrayed Larsa, he’d betrayed Rasler, and it was not too far a stretch to say that he had even betrayed Balthier, Fran, Vaan, and Penelo, too. To lay hands upon Ashe like this, even if she had goaded him into it, was practically blasphemous on its own. To have inseminated her was…was…
“What have I done?”
Basch brought a trembling hand to his face, fully awash in regret, his refractory period casting his actions in the harsh light they deserved. As he felt himself sinking into darkness, however, the Queen who lied upon him grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his face so that she could look him in the eye, a strangely serene look on her face.
“Basch, please,” Ashe chided, shaking her head. “This level of despair is a touch hurtful. Is it really so frightening a prospect that you may have provided me an heir? It needed to happen, sooner or later, and, well, if you think about it, I do believe that this may be the most acceptable way to go about it.”
Confused, the knight furrowed his brow, not following the Queen’s logic one bit.
“Explain, please, Lady Ashe.”
“Think of it this way - you are Judge Gabranth of Archadia. Like it or not, the Judges are seen as diplomats, representatives of the Empire. Furthermore, Dalmasca is already in the process of strengthening relations with Archadia. Marriages with clear political benefits abound, and this one would be no different from my, ah…previous marriage, in that regard.”
Ashe smiled, tilting her head to the side.
“Thus, for the two of us to enter into such an arrangement, and produce an heir as a result…well, it simply sounds fortuitous to me. I would like to keep you, after all.”
Basch closed his eyes, overwhelmed once more. The worst aspect of this was that what Ashe said made a bit of sense to him - a Judge marrying the sovereign of Dalmasca could strengthen ties between their two nations, and go a long way towards defusing the justifiable contempt the general populace had for Archadian natives. And, if he were to be honest with himself, laying with Ashe had proven to be a kind of pleasure Basch hadn’t experienced in far too long. Were he to marry her, they would be able to do…this…whenever they desired.
“I’m sure Larsa would approve, as well.”
Of course he would. That cheeky little child probably knew exactly how this evening would go from the start. Feh.
“I…I do not know if this is what is best for you, Lady Ashe,” Basch admitted, frowning. “Surely…surely there must be a better way.”
Ashe pursed her lips, and Basch braced himself for another round of her emotional appeals, ready to endure as needed. Instead, however, the Queen simply shrugged her shoulders, pushing herself up and off of her knight’s chest, twirling a short lock of hair around her finger and chewing her lower lip.
“Well…you need not answer tonight,” Ashe conceded. “I shall be in Archadia for a short while longer, and I believe that shall provide all the time we need to…find a consensus, if you will.”
At that, Ashe’s eyes gleamed, and Basch felt that unease settle into his chest again.
“Now, take me to my bedchamber. I shall rest…”
Ashe winked, smirking.
“…and eagerly await another round.”
Standing up and scooping Ashe in his arms to deliver her to bed, all Basch could do was sigh.
This is going to be a long week.