Protect a princess.

This isn't where I expected today to go. I'll take this time to relax, honestly. All I'm doing is guarding a pleasant young lady in an already fortified building. Will I even need to do any work? And I'll get in even better with the royalty here. Maybe they'll even make me a knight. That would be something... Man this castle is big too. It's taking awhile to get to the right room. There's no way an assassin could even make it through here. It'll just be me and her.

The guard gestures to a doorway up ahead. "She should be in here," he says quietly. "I don't know why I'm whispering. These walls are incredibly thick. Just try not to scare her when you enter, please."

"Is she jumpy?" you ask.

"A little. She's just not really like our queen at all. Though she likes sneaking out, she's incredibly innocent. Cute. Sweet. She's like a little kitten. So if you do anything to hurt her, I'll cut your head off myself."

"Okay, okay. Geeze. I wasn't planning on it."

"Good. That purity better stay pure. Then maybe I can ask her to marry me one day..."

"Of course. I'm rooting for you."

"Really? You're not so bad. Well, good luck." He nods and starts walking back down the hall.

You shake your head and place your hand on the doorknob, and quietly twist. You push the hefty door inwards, and shut it gently behind you. Her chambers are certainly something. Her bed is gigantic and pink, and the walls are covered in paintings, shelves holding tiny decorations, and expensive furniture. She's currently sitting at a desk across the room covered in books, and as you enter, she slowly turns her head to face you. She smiles.

"Oh. Hello again, Sir Warren. It's a pleasure to see you again so soon. I'm so happy my sister agreed to this."

She rises up from her seat and pushes in the chair. You can see now that she's garbed differently today. Rather, she isn't quite garbed yet at all. She isn't naked, but she's wearing a deep blue housecoat covered in stitchings of wolf heads, tied up with a golden string of fabric around her waist. It ends incredibly high on her thighs yet you see no shorts or a skirt, leaving you rather worried that she has nothing at all on beneath it.

"So I guess I'll be watching over you for awhile," you say.

Her cheeks turn pink. "That makes me so happy. I feel safe," she says softly. "I think I've been lazy enough then this morning. Allow me to change."

Before you can leave, she pulls on the band around her waist and the housecoat starts to open. Her body becomes slowly exposed. Quickly, you raise a hand up to your eyes and turn away, but then she stops.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I figure you don't want me watching you change. I should go--"

"No, no. You can't leave my side. My sister said so. Also, I don't mind at all. You're such a kind, pure-hearted man, Sir Warren. I don't believe you would do anything ill to me. If I don't mind, and you don't mind, then what matters?"

"Oh, uh. I guess that makes sense."

"Good." She smiles wide and continues removing the robe. Soon you can see a pale gold bra squeezing together her perky tits. A matching pair of panties hugs the curves of her hips.

As it drops to the ground, you take a deep breath as your eyes scan up her gorgeous body. Her long legs. Her thighs squishing together. Her cute stomach. Her amazing bust which jiggles slightly as she shifts her weight. Her supple neck. Her long, soft hair. Her vibrant eyes that watch you with admiration. Though you tell yourself to resist.

If I do anything, I'm dead, or worse. I just need to be the pure-hearted man she believes me to be. It'll be fine...