"I will protect both of us."
Balthus gritted his teeth as he rounded the crumbling corridors, his stomping ringing off every stone
"Who does she think she is?" His grumbles grew louder as he swung upon the door to his quarters before turning on his heel and slamming the heavy door shut. The hinges screamed from the stress and quivered in it's frame, sending splinters across the floor
"I don't need anybody protecting me, especially not some 4 foot girl!" He ducked his head under a beam as he made his way to his bed, flinging himself onto it's slumping form. She was the daughter of a great mercenary, he understood that, but what could some wide eyed mercenary do against a whole army?
Balthus let out a low sigh as he kicked off his boots as those wide eyes flashed before him again. For someone with no expressions she was surprisingly cute, she could take a joke much to his surprise, and even more surprisingly she liked his jokes and for just a moment there's a spark there in her eyes.
He hadn't noticed the travel of his hand as his thumb tugged at the notch of his belt and he chuckled at himself, so taken by some strange girl. But then there was that spark, a memory that he longed to be present, a twinkle of glee within the Ashen Wolf that he could summon
"Oh shit."
He sighed as he flung his belt to the ground, tugging at the binding of his trousers and pulled them past his hips. He could picture her so clearly, her hands so much smaller than his as the explored his chest, the plush of her breasts as they press against his body, and her sharp clever tongue caressing the head of his cock.
He pounded his fist wildly, his self restraint waning under the desire to feel her touch. His hips bucked into his hand as he lulled back in frustration, reality seeping into his pleasant fantasy brought him back to reality. He liked her. He wanted to protect her, and most importantly he wanted to protect her from his stepmother.
"Kupala first, get the girl second." He grumbled to himself, cleaning up the mess in hand