Title: The Emperor's Daughter

Rating: M

Summary: Who was more deserving of the Princess than a war hero like him?

A/N: Written for Day Four (Seven Deadly Sins) of the second Rivamika week on tumblr.

Levi, the most renowned samurai in the entire empire, wasn't sure if he should thank or damn whatever god allowed him to be on window replacement duty that day. Oh but he didn't mind the job one bit. In fact, Levi actually enjoyed replacing the washi on the wood paneling. He found it strangely therapeutic. But that morning…

That morning shot everything to hell.

He slid the door open, fully prepared to begin removing a few shōji panels when something—or rather someone—from within caught his eye.

It was the Emperor's daughter, Mikasa, in the middle of disrobing. That is, until she heard her father's most entrusted warrior enter. She gasped at the sound of the door sliding open, quickly drawing her silky cherry blossom robe closed before he could see anything. Her milky shoulders were still exposed to him and the soft glow of the sunlight made them look beautifully porcelain. Inky locks were no longer pinned up in an intricate hairstyle, instead they hung loosely to the middle of her back, a stunning contrast against her ivory skin.

"Gomenasai, Princess. Your father told me that no one would be occupying this specific room for the day. I'll wait outside until you're finished."

Levi began to bow so he could take his leave when the princess did something completely unexpected. The smoky orbs that were previously filled with embarrassment suddenly softened into a sultry gaze, corners of her ruby lips quirked up in a smug smile. Then, after a beat, the satiny fabric flowed down her curves to pool soundlessly at her feet.

The renowned samurai couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, for the sight her creamy skin in it's complete glory had him wanting—needing—to taste every inch of her pale, supple flesh.

"P-Princess…?" He questioned uncertainly, faltering over his words for perhaps the first time in his life. He'd suffered through bloodshed and combat, had been ambushed and tortured, and this had to be the situation that had taken him by surprise.

"Don't mind me, Levi."

The lack of the honorific made his palms sweaty. What the hell was she trying to accomplish? If her father found out that he laid his eyes on his daughter's bare form, he would have his head on a pike. But he couldn't help but ogle. Her breasts were perfection and he wanted nothing but to sink his teeth into them and relish in her sweet flavor.

"Um…" He started uneasily, watching her lie down on her side on one of the mats still without a shred of clothing. "I think I should g—"

Yes, just ignore her Levi. Pretend none of this happened and everything will go back to normal. Return to the Emperor like you haven't seen his daughter's delicious curves and you'll still have your head in-between your shoulder by tomorrow.

"I'm ordering you to stay," she demanded, crooking a finger at him to beckon him closer. He had no choice but to follow her request, reluctantly kneeling beside her form.

"Were you going to leave me?" Her inquiry was innocent, full crimson lips puckered slightly in an irresistible pout. Levi had to swallow the lump in his throat. Yet he still didn't trust himself to speak, so he simply shook his head.

A thin onyx eyebrow rose as if she didn't believe him, letting his fib slide with an amused hum. Her slim fingers steadily smoothed down the valley between her breast then her flat stomach, in a direction that had only one destination. Levi thought he had her all figured out—this elegantly farouche woman—when in actuality she was a temptress, reducing men into quivering piles of goo with a simple flash of her silvery eyes.

Where had she learned to seduce men? Had she done this with other soldiers before? Last he remembered, her father told him to keep a wary eye on his comrades, for she was supposed to remain a virgin until her wedding night. But that was nearly a year ago and they broke off the engagement not long after. Still, there was no way she could've been with a man. He was constantly by her side, at the orders of the Emperor, to protect and serve to her every whim.

She was nineteen now, still without discovering the intimate touch of a man, and it appeared she wanted him to be the first to fulfill her needs.

"Forgive me, Mikasa-sama, but it's not my place to take your innocence. Your father will murder me if he finds out about this."

"Then we'll just have to keep this between ourselves," she replied huskily, fingertips finally making their way to the flower between her legs. When she retracted her lithe fingers away from her folds, the evidence of her arousal were slicked over her digits. She was already wet and ready for him and he hadn't so much as touched her! How easily her body responded to her touch further stimulated the lust burning within him.

He was caught in a trance, unable to avert his eyes as she continued to knead at her dripping sex, breath hitching slightly every time she barely brushed against her clit.

Then finally—finally—she leisurely slipped a finger into her wet heat as if she was testing the waters, a pleasured mewl timidly fell out of her sweet mouth.

That was when he lost it. Though if he was being honest with himself, he was beyond hope as soon as he opened the doors to the washitsu.

Fuck the Koutei.

He was having his daughter whether he approved of it or not.

Levi snatched her wrist, preventing her fingers from pumping into her any further. Her smoky eyes had taken a darker hue, revealing just how much her desire had clouded her inhibitions.

Fascinated half-lidded orbs studied him as he bent closer to her, tentatively sucking her honey off of her drenched fingers all while keeping his steady gaze locked on hers. Her saccharine sweetness was just as he imagined… and he couldn't wait to savor the rest of her.

After all, who was more deserving of the Princess than a war hero like him?

A/N: Day Five will be coming soon!