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Serving the Princess	By : PnKnG Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 3501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Wakfu, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. else there would be way more smut in the show :P

Chapter List
- 1-Serving the Princess
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This fanfic is a cowriting between me and Freerunnercho ( http://cartoon.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296872251 ) so check her profile for more smutty goddess ^_^

He knew it was wrong, knew with every bit of Wakfu in his being that he should be turning around and walking away. But he couldn’t. All he could do was stand there, stalk still, staring. Admiring guiltily. Hungrily. Maybe it was the way her hips were arching just slightly off the bed, or the way her hand vanished between trembling thighs, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Or maybe it was the way her chest rose and fell in little hiccups of breath, barely audible moans escaping between full, parted lips. Maybe it was all those things that had surprised him enough, shocked him into her momentary audience. But it was what those moans suddenly became, grew and molded into, that kept him there.
“Y-Yugo…” Amalia whispered, so softly that, at first, Yugo wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. Surely he hadn’t. She couldn’t be… think of him, it just… It didn’t make sense. But then she gasped, shifting underneath the quickening rhythm of her own hand as she said his name again, clearer this time. Unmistakable. Yugo’s heart stopped.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He’d just been passing by her room, barely even noticing that the door was ajar, when he’d heard a gasp, a soft cry that had captured his attention. At first he’d thought she was in danger, an automatic reaction to their many accumulated adventures, a friendship still growing almost five years later. But then that gasp had settled into a low groan, Yugo already ashamedly ensnared, no hope of breaking away before her completion. Not that he wanted to, he could subconsciously admit; his attraction to Amalia was nothing new. Her attraction to him however…
Yugo felt himself getting hard, his eyes locked on her quivering form as he settled a hand of his own right above his navel, conscience unwilling to allow it to creep below his waistband. Not here, not in front of her in secret like this. It didn’t seem right, especially since he’d already betrayed her in watching, captivated into a fiery, desperate paralysis until Amalia’s breathing sped, her fingers plunging in and out of herself in an arousing display, his name a choke as she came.
Releasing a sharp breath he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding, Yugo finally managed to take a step back, his heart racing and his dick twitching with almost painful stiffness. What he’d just seen was… breathtaking. Exciting in that forbidden sort of way that left him eager for more, though he knew he couldn’t have it. So, careful to tiptoe away in practiced silence as Amalia recovered from her orgasm, Yugo disappeared into the depths of the castle, thoughts of what he’d just witnessed fueling his own eager hand.

He couldn’t seem to get it out of his head, get her out of his head. It was like she fueled his every desire in a way that had only been shadowed in the back of his mind until now, every private moment he took was focused on what he’d seen, the sounds she’d made, the whisper of his name between her lips.
It started out innocently enough, if Yugo’s imaginings could be in any way considered innocent, with Yugo keeping his fantasies resigned to the bedroom the Sadida kingdom had given him, hand working out a familiar rhythm on his arousal in the dead of night. But soon, it wasn’t enough. Passing her in the hall was enough to get his heart racing. Seeing her in training was enough to make his pants uncomfortably tight. And every time she touched him… It was like that moment had released something in him that he couldn’t control. Amalia was his friend; she’d never given any interest until now… but what he’d seen had changed things. Drastically. Uncontrollably. Soon, it wasn’t just in the privacy of his bed that he found himself succumbing to the urges of his newfound desire. It was in the empty training center, or the garden, or in a tree that lined the outskirts of the forest, every moment of quiet and desperate masturbation fueled by the idea that maybe, one of these times, she’d catch him.
Maybe that was how he’d wound up here, alone in the kitchen with a hand down his pants when he was supposed to be making Amalia some lunch. It was getting ridiculous and he knew that, but just the thought of her drove him mad with need, and to be so close to her like this, to know that at least just once she’d thought the same about him…

It felt like too long since Amalia had spent some quality time with Yugo just the two of them. If he wasn’t off learning more about the Eliatropes, he was training, and if he wasn’t training, he was running an errand for her father. It was like he was inadvertently avoiding her, though she couldn’t understand why. So, taking the day off from her royal duties, Amalia decided to check and see how Yugo was doing on their lunch, maybe take the opportunity to go for a walk or just talk. He’d been kind of distant lately, now that she thought about it, and that was unlike him. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well.
Or maybe…
Amalia froze in the open doorway, watching with wide eyes and a sudden flash of heat straight to her core.
“Fuck, Amalia…” Yugo whispered as he leaned heavily over the sink, panting, his hand out of site but the motions obvious. She swallowed, flattered and stunned and suddenly much too hot. He was thinking of her. Just like she’d been thinking of him. It was a coincidence, surely. To think that he’d been harboring similar desires, hiding himself away like she hid herself behind her bedroom doors… Her heart stopped.
He saw me.
At first, she was mortified. To be caught in the midst of something so personal, so intimate, was beyond humiliating. But seeing Yugo’s reaction, seeing how obviously turned on he was, suddenly that embarrassment turned to lust, desire, want, need. She couldn’t help herself.
“Yugo?” Amalia’s voice was amused but not mocking, her tone light and laced with implications the boy didn’t seem to notice at first, his shoulders tensing, his hand frozen beneath the waistline of his pants, Yugo seemingly afraid to move at all anymore. “Yugo.” This time, when she said his name, it was seductive and almost pleading, Yugo visibly relaxing before glancing over his shoulder at her.
“How long were you standing there?” He mumbled, trying to keep his rather prominent bulge hidden while still turning to face her.
Amalia giggled. “Long enough.” Slowly, she made her way towards him, glancing at the first beginnings of her lunch on the counter to his right. “I was just coming to see how you were doing.” Yugo blushed, still caught off guard. “Want me to… lend you a hand?” This time, Yugo could only stare, the offer clear but unbelievable. “Or…” Amalia’s smile faltered. “I could leave you to-” As she turned to go, Yugo grabbed her hand.
“Amalia,” he waited until he had her attention, pulling her in close. “I do need help making lunch.” She raised an eyebrow at him, not sure if he was being serious. But then he smirked, the look deliciously sexy and completely melting her.
“Sure,” she blinked, smiling giddily as he dipped his head down to kiss her. She hadn’t realized until that moment how much he’d grown. Sure, she must have noticed something that switched him from brave, awe inspiring boy to admirable, attractive man in her mind, but she’d never stopped to actually look, feel, taste the difference. He was a hand and a half taller than her now, the muscles in his arms taut and powerful as he wrapped them around her waist, his mouth soft but demanding, his tongue licking at her lips for entrance. Which she didn’t hesitate to give.
Working one hand to the small of her back, the other to her neck, collar bone, and down to rest on one pert, sensitive breast, Yugo leaned into her until Amalia was pressed against the counter. She could feel his already hard erection against her leg, as though begging her to release it from the confines of his pants. She giggled at the thought, moaning into his mouth as he massaged her breast and pinched teasingly at one nipple then the other. Almost of its own accord, she found hard, throbbing heat settling into the palm of her hand, fingers wrapping around his length. Yugo shivered against her touch, groaning in response as she began to stroke from balls to head and back along the shaft, slowly but with enough of a grip to have Yugo panting again.
“I’ve wanted this,” He kissed her deeply, leaving Amalia dizzy by the time he broke away. “For so long.”
“Wanted… what?” Amalia asked, half knowing, but half just wanting to hear him say it out loud. Yugo grinned, reminding her of the first time they’d met, and for the first time, of how much he’d grown.
Taking a moment to help her pull her shirt over her head, doing the same for himself, he said, “Kiss you.” He ran a hand down her bare arm to her waist, letting his fingers trail over her hip. “Touch you.” He leaned in close, barely brushing his lips against hers, smiling. “Make… lunch with you.”
She laughed then, the sound abruptly cut off when he took that moment to reach his hand between her legs. She gasped, rocking her hips against the rhythm of his fingers massaging her arousal. “I don’t know… if you can call this… making lunch,” Amalia was panting now, Yugo chucking warmly against her throat.
“Tomato, to-mah-to,” he shrugged, running his thumb over her clit in small, quick circles, Amalia trembling against him, beyond words. “So beautiful, Amalia,” whispered against her hair as she came, bucking her hips against his hand.
As her head cleared, the blissful aftershocks still cascading through her, she realized her hand had stilled on his now probably painfully hard cock. “I want you,” she said without thinking, the feel of his dick twitching in her hand sending a rush of heat straight back to her own need. The look in Yugo’s eyes only adding to that fire blooming back to life within her.
Needing no more invitation, Yugo lowered his pants and lifted her onto the counter, positioning himself at her entrance. Careful to go slow, to let her adjust to his girth, Yugo wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust forward until they were connected pelvis to pelvis. She buried her face in his neck, panting against his skin, lips grazing his pulse.
“Gods, Amalia…” Yugo moaned through gritted teeth, the words husky and strained.
“Nngh… Y-Yugo…” Amalia responded, clenching and unclenching around him. “Fuck me.”
Yugo swallowed, the words practically crashing through his resolve, his hips bucking into her almost involuntarily, making her cry out in pleasure. She locked her ankles tighter around the small of his back, her arms wrapping around his neck as she met each thrust with an arch of her own hips. He swallowed each of her gasps and moans with a kiss, stopping his motions only when he felt her hand against his face, the tips of her fingers skimming the brim of his hat.
Still panting, Amalia caught his gaze, his uncertainty slowly shifting to admittance, nodding to her. Allowing her to see the part of him no one ever had. She felt her heart swell at the thought, the idea that he would trust her with so much, would want to offer her so much of himself. And it was because of that that, with a sensuous roll of her hips, she lowered her hand, leaving the hat untouched. Maybe another time, another moment like this one. Yugo grinned in understanding before replying with a thrust of his own, their motions growing frantic, desperate, until Yugo was pounding into her, Amalia mumbling his name over and over again.
There was no thought of who in the Sadida Kingdom might be listening when Amalia came, tightening around Yugo’s length and pulling him into completion with her, their cries mixed between kisses that were all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing. Amalia clutched Yugo to her until the mind numbing sensation passed, Yugo content to hold her, only pulling out when she nodded against him.
Taking great care to clean up the kitchen, Yugo caught a glimpse of the food still sitting untouched and couldn’t help but smile. “Still want to help me make lunch?” He threw Amalia a smirk. She grinned back, crossing her arms over her re-clothed chest.
“Lunch? Or… Lunch.” She raised a playful eyebrow at him. Grabbing a strawberry with one hand and Amalia’s wrist with another, he spun her back into his arms and held the berry to her lips.
“Both?” He chuckled lightly. Laughing with him, she took a bite.
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