The Blade and the Flower

Marth decided that if he wasn’t going to fall asleep, he might as well get out of bed. He slid out from under the covers, taking care not to wake her, and kissed her cheek. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

He looked out over the battlements. Rows of broken siege equipment and fired arrows scarred the landscape. Farmland, forests, gardens, all of it was destroyed in endless wars. It was a wasteland, but it was a land that he planned to rebuild. And he’d rebuild it as a safe haven for all those who were displaced or driven off by ****, hatred and greed.

It was a fresh dream, one that she had inspired, but it was strong.

Two arms wrapped around him. “Come back to bed.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I said nothing about sleeping.” Her hands slid down his tunic.

“Princess…”

“Nope.” She squeezed his balls, making him wince. “Not princess, just Daisy.”

“Daisy,” he grunted. “I promised you I would find a way to win back your home.”

“And you can’t do that alone, and not without rest.”

“So you did mean I should be sleeping?”

“I said rest. Damn it Marth, you must be deaf.” She took his hand, and led him back to his chambers, swaying her hips even more than usual, which seemed almost impossible. Paired with her less than modest sleeping attire, it made Marth almost instantly forget about his worries.

She pushed him onto the bed.

“Now, you just lie back, and stop being Lord Duty for a moment.”

Without awaiting a response, she opened his trousers, lifted nightgown, and dropped herself down onto him. He slid in without any resistance.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, I thought you said: fuck, Daisy, I love it when you ride my big hard cock like a little slut.”

“Gods.”

“I would love to grab your tits, please, so I can pull your nipples while I fill you up. Also, perhaps you can bend over later, so I can ride you like the dirty whore you are, and spank you until you can’t sit for a week.”

“Damn,” he murmured. He didn’t know how it got to this point. The princess was much more… forward than he was used to, yet her fiery temper and assertive attitude had utterly bound him to her. She made him completely lose himself, broke all his decorum. For a princess, she cared extremely little for formalities.

“Come for me, Daisy,” he finally relented. “Come on my dick.”

She had won again, and it pushed her right over the edge. With shaking legs she clamped down on him, pulling him right along with her.

He fell asleep with her face nestled in his neck, and her body wrapped around him.

“Your highness.”

Daisy groaned.

“What is it?” Marth sighed.

“We’ve spotted movement in the field, your highness. Scouts say they match her highness’s descriptions.”

Daisy jumped up in her nightgown, causing the soldier to lower his eyes to the floor. “What were they doing?”

“They seem to be preparing a spherical device, your highness, just like you said.”

“We have to go, Marth. We need to stop them.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I’m not going to sit here and watch you get blown up.”

Marth knew it was no use arguing.

They were too late. When they were finally close, the device had already activated, swallowing everything within reach. An enormous black bubble was all that was left.

Daisy stared into the darkness, hands on her hips, brow furrowed and lower lip out. She was either annoyed or deep in thought, Marth wasn’t sure which one. Besides, her outfit — a brightly colored armor that somehow made her even cuter — was too distracting to think clearly.

Luckily, his warrior’s reflexes were still effective enough; from the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of something metal.

He managed to parry the strike, sending his attacker sailing by. He wore a mask, batwings and a pronged blade. They clashed, hacking and slashing into each other, with neither getting the upper hand.

“Hey, tough guys,” Daisy interrupted. “A little help here?”

They had been surrounded by horrible creatures. Marth hadn’t seen them before, but he recognized them from Daisy’s descriptions. They were obscene. Large, exaggerated breasts and penises, males and females were mixed, some were both, some none of either, all moved as if to seduce, or kill. Maybe both.

Daisy was swinging at the things, wielding what appeared to be a golf club. She was surprisingly effective at it too.

Marth threw his opponent a look, which was reflected in the strangers eyes.

They disengaged and turned their blades to the real enemy.