Beyond a Bodyguard (Yuliya/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

For somebody spending their night sitting on a chair rather than letting a wonderful bed envelop your body-- and keeping one eye open at that-- you were resting surprisingly well. You had entered what you deemed “pseudo-sleep”, a state of mind somewhere between awakeness and slumber, allowing you to somewhat benefit from slumber while maintaining the alertness of your senses.

The reason why you were snoozing this way was simple-- you had a new job as a bodyguard, and those good at that particular job understood the importance of being vigilant at all times. 

Admittedly, the odds of danger were slim to none; your employment of sorts only came into fruition because an adorable princess did not want to sleep alone-- and this was an appropriate way of granting that wish. 

The circumstances that led to this moment originated from a common problem many heroes faced; a new life in Askr-- far from the realm of one’s birth-- was not something many could easily adapt to. While some could push forward and adjust with time, others needed a helping hand to support them within the initial stages of their new journey.

Yuliya-- princess of Grust-- was one such person. She had arrived in Askr several weeks ago, immediately requesting the services of a temporary retainer to aid her, though the few candidates she took on did not linger by her side for long. She had ultimately decided to embark on this new adventure all on her lonesome, believing she needed to rely on and strengthen her wits, though such a feat was easier said than done.

Since then, the princess hadn’t shared much information regarding her well-being, but it was not challenging to deduce she was struggling. For that reason, you had called her into a meeting-- one to discuss her future in the kingdom.

Sometimes, heroes simply could not adapt. Whenever this was the case, it was important to remind them that they could return home whenever they wanted.

“Absolutely not!” had been her response, not afraid to share her distaste for the proposal.

You had told her that it was just an option, to which she insisted that she would not even consider it, reinforcing her claim with the crossing of her arms and a defiant scoff. 

In response, you had asked her how her time in Askr could be improved. Though she was reluctant at first to answer-- doubtlessly due to her stubbornness-- she eventually understood there was no harm in answering the question.

Difficulty falling asleep, frequent awakenings during the night, and constant tossing and turning. The cause was anxiety, and that had been caused by a variety of reasons as well: concerns related to her performance, a longing to reunite with her brother, and complications regarding the relationships she had made.

The latter seemed to be her most prominent issue. While she fortunately hadn’t butted heads with anyone, it was only because she hadn’t made it to the point where she could do that even if she wanted to. Yuliya could not speak to commoners and understand their perspectives, something she knew well, causing her to distance herself from them. As for those with a similar status, they were already well integrated into their own groups and she wasn’t sure how to tackle that.

Ultimately, only one solution presented itself.

Yuliya could no longer afford to be alone. She needed somebody to be by her side at all times. It wasn’t an ideal resolution-- It directly conflicted with her pride, for one, but you weren’t sure what else could be done.

Upon hearing the idea, she immediately insisted she didn’t wish to have a retainer, having done that song and dance during her initial days in this realm. Therefore, you had informalized the idea by suggesting she could take on a bodyguard-- somebody who could protect her both physically and mentally, but would not hound her like her previous attempts at a companion had. 

This way, she could go about her business independently as usual, but with somebody close by to aid her should she need it. It seemed like a healthy compromise to what she wanted and what she needed.

“Good luck finding somebody.”

That had been her answer, and one you weren’t sure how to respond to at first.

…until you realized a perfect match already existed.

The ideal candidate was somebody who could relate to her problems-- somebody who had been summoned all on their lonesome and had to push through the ebbs and flows of change.

You.

Yuliya had been bewildered by the idea, but she hadn’t outright dismissed it. After giving her some time to answer, she responded positively, declaring you her bodyguard.

Her first decree? The girl needed sleep, and with you watching over her, she believed she could do just that. She believed loneliness and a fear of the unknown-- a sensation attributed to her unfamiliarity and lack of adjustment to his realm-- were the main contributors towards her lackluster sleep pattern. 

So here you were, sacrificing the quality of your sleep for the sake of someone else’s, though you didn’t mind that. Yuliya had commented on the sleeping arrangements, almost suggesting you could sleep alongside her for the sake of comfort. Thankfully, she realized it would be inappropriate and would betray the professional relationship you had forged with her. Besides, you had reassured her by stating you were an expert at sleeping in unorthodox locations. 

Which honestly? It wasn’t that far from the truth, it seemed!

Nonetheless, your presence was helping. Yuliya was sleeping soundly, her light breathing undisturbed and--

Yuliya suddenly breathed deeply, beginning to toss and turn, making all sorts of frustrated grumbles while she did so.

“Ergh…” she mumbled, confirming she had awoken and was not having some sort of horrendous nightmare. “...how long was I out…?”

“About an hour,” you answered, prompting her to mumble an irritated noise. 

Yuliya sat up, adjusting the straps of her nightgown carefully, lest some accidental exposure ruin her mood further. When you were invited to her room, she insisted that you turn the other way while she changed clothes. It was an understandable gesture, but the later realization that you had been one glance away from seeing her in her underwear was living a little rent-free in your head…

Were you going to act on those thoughts?

Of course not!

This girl had placed a lot of faith in you! She wouldn’t have asked you to watch over her if she didn’t trust your character and reputation! 

…but there was no harm in entertaining an inappropriate thought or three. Nobody could peer into your mind-- not anybody here, at least.

“Wonderful,” she spoke sarcastically, her annoyance prominent and likely not leaving anytime soon. “I don’t understand! Why can’t I just… sleep?! I thought someone watching over me would help, but…”

“You woke up suddenly. Have you been having nightmares?” you shared your observation, hoping that getting some information out of her could help you to, well, help.

“I don’t even know.”

That was fair; dreams-- and nightmares-- could fade from memory in an instant at times, assuming they were even comprehensible to begin with. 

Yuliya was fidgeting with her mouth, much doubtlessly on her mind. You wished you could do more-- watching over her had not yielded the results she desired, but there wasn’t a whole lot else you could do. Anxiety and all the mayhem it caused was not something you could resolve through the snap of your fingers.

“Summoner,” she spoke sternly all of a sudden, her expression suddenly containing much determination-- and an unusual fluster. Although you were all out of ideas, it appeared the princess had acquired one. Hopefully, it would yield good results.  “As my bodyguard, you will do whatever you can to protect me, won’t you?”

“Naturally.”

Except for nightmares; you weren’t sure what you could do against those, unless you enlisted the aid of Triandra.

…which was a pretty good idea, actually! You should have thought about that sooner.

“Would doing something to protect my slumber count under that responsibility?” Yuliya asked another question.

“I suppose so, yeah.”

Was there some noise she was hearing causing disruption, or perhaps some ambiance that she could not resonate with? You weren’t sure, but whatever she had in mind, you were willing to give it a try. 

“Good,” she said with a smile, taking a deep breath before saying something unexpected and very outrageous. “I want you to join me in my bed.”

Oh.

Maybe you spoke-- or rather, thought-- too soon.

…that was NOT something you could do!

Yuliya had suggested this notion earlier, only to reject it immediately and apologize for even suggesting something once she noticed it wasn’t appropriate. That was good!

Her change of heart, however, was not so good.

Communicating that with her, however… was going to be a difficult task. 

Nevertheless, you answered with the utmost haste, not wanting her to think you were contemplating accepting her proposal. “Yuliya, I don’t think that’s-”

“Appropriate?” Yuliya scoffed, interrupting your response and transforming it into a question rather than a declaration. “I do not think it is appropriate to sneak glances at me when you believe I’m not looking either.”

Oh.

That… wasn't good. 

You thought you had been subtle with those selfish stares, but this princess was more astute than she seemed.

She was seriously asking you to join her in bed! It wasn’t even a joke-- she would have revealed the punchline by now!

This was so bizarre! One would think being exposed for being a bit of a pervert would encourage her not to share such an invitation, but apparently, this girl operated differently. 

“I, uh…”

What were you supposed to say…? 

Yuliya saw your silence as a means to continue sharing what she had observed. “And you did so without fear, even though I am a princess,” she stated. “The question is-- why did you not make a move while I slumbered? That was why you took this job, wasn’t it?”

That wasn’t why you took the job at all.

Was that seriously what she expected? Or was she just trying to entice you?

You were so confused. This was not the type of conversation you expected to have-- ever.

The princess had massively misinterpreted your motivations in helping her, wrongly believing you had ulterior motives in mind, though you could understand how she had come to these conclusions. Rather than rightfully scold, she had embraced the situation, for it aligned with her own private desires as well.

…which was fascinating as it was terrifying. 

“I… wasn’t.”

Despite the advantages lying would grant, you weren’t sure it would be right to pursue this. A quick glance here or there was one thing but beyond that? You weren’t so sure, nor were you sure whether or not she actually understood what she was getting into. 

“Hmph. Don’t lie to me,” Yuliya snorted, a scowl forming on her face that looked adorable. “As my bodyguard, your responsibility is to protect my body from anything that threatens it-- hence the name-- even if that harm comes from within. You will help me, for not only is it something you must do, but something you want to do.”

…this was a very roundabout way of requesting sex! Yuliya was completely dancing around the subject, refusing to declare what she desired directly. You wondered if she had rehearsed this-- it would explain why she had spoken somewhat swiftly while still appearing so flustered. Was the need for somebody to oversee her a ruse, perhaps? 

You sighed.

This was a scenario where rejecting her proposal would likely result in more awkwardness than following through with it. Of course, you didn’t feel pressured by any means; a beautiful maiden like her asking for intimacy wasn’t something many would deny. She was being a bit bratty with it, but that was something that could be fixed in due time.

Fuck it.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

You were done thinking.

This princess wanted to get laid. It was her solution to sleep. Would it work? You weren’t sure. Did you care? Not particularly. Not anymore.

Fuck it!

“Alright,” you gave in. “Have it your way.”

“G-Good!” Yuliya noticed the shift in your tone, the lack of hesitation surprising her. “W-Well then, you are welcome to join me, w-whenever you are ready…”

You wasted no time in discarding your clothes, enjoying the fluster on her face strengthen as you did so. You purposefully kept your underwear on, wanting to grant her the honors of fishing out that which she secretly craved. Yuliya hastily shuffled a little, granting you the room you needed to join her under the covers.

Whatever this girl had been planning, she had not accounted for your sudden swiftness. She was breathing immensely loudly, sneaking glances whenever she could, but not committing to a full stare. It was an amusing role reversal. 

“Now then,” you spoke up, pausing to make sure you had her undivided attention. “How exactly would you like me to protect your body, Yuliya?”

“I… uhm…” she mumbled.

“If you’re not sure, we can just sleep,” you suggested instead, fully aware of how effective a little teasing could be. “I could you, if you like, and stroke your hair until you fall asleep.”

“H-Hey… I’m not a child, so don’t treat me like one!” she took the bait, managing to pull out a pout despite how embarrassed she was feeling. “...treat me as an adult, okay?”

That was a good response.

Yuliya had not shored up her defenses, leaving her lips susceptible to an ambush from your own. Her eyes widened in shock, but the bliss that soon radiated through her made certain she did not back away. She did her best to kiss back, but she had underestimated just how feisty you could be. All you had done was let go-- embracing the situation at hand and refusing to think much about it. A cute girl wanted you, and you wanted her. Nothing else needed to be roaming your mind.

After what felt like an eternity, the smooch concluded. You were feeling fine-- raring for more, actually! The same could not be said for your newfound lover, however. “...t-t-that was my… ahhhh… f-first kiss…”

If that was the case, tonight was going to be many firsts.

“How was it?”

Yuliya breathed deeply, unsure how to answer at first. She had enticed you in quite a fascinating way, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that she hadn’t prepared for what would happen after. 

Which was cute.

“...a-amazing…” she confessed. “...and I w-would like more…”

“Your wish is my command,” you answered, not forgetting your role anytime soon. You were her bodyguard, and she had ordered you to protect her from all that did her harm. That was why your hand began trailing down her nightgown while you initiated a second kiss, the locking of lips preventing her from questioning what you were doing. Yuliya communicated her shock through a quiver, but the continuous kissing from her end signaled her approval. 

You were not surprised to discover she was soaking wet, even through her panties. 

Perhaps this was why she could not sleep.

She did not have nightmares, but instead very lewd dreams. If so, you had been wrong to contemplate recruiting Triandra. 

Either way, you were happy to be the first to touch her most sensitive area. Understanding she was likely already at the brink of sensitivity, you kept your fingers contained to her underwear for some time, but the allure of touching her directly could not be ignored for long. Yuliya shivered incredibly once your fingers tugged against her panties and slipped underneath the fabric, the anticipation for a level of pleasure she could not fathom already driving her crazy. 

You did all this while maintaining the kiss, refusing to depart from her lips even after she grew bold and dashed her tongue against your mouth. You had granted her entry, but she soon discovered your defenses to be quite formidable. A counterattack soon followed, and she was now doing all she could to fight back against the onslaught that was your tongue. 

Once your fingers brushed up against her clit, she surrendered. 

Yuliya no longer fought back-- she no longer could fight back. 

She was now at your mercy, moaning frequently into your mouth as you pleasured her from above and from below. She quivered endlessly, barely able to keep her body stable as euphoria pulsated through her body mercilessly. 

She really hadn’t prepared for this at all!

Though you longed to keep up the kiss forever, the need to breathe was an unstoppable foe. Regardless, you were impressed she had managed to keep it together!

…though when you saw her red-stained expression for the first time in a while, you took that back. She was not keeping it together at all!

Yuliya was in a trance, unable to comprehend her surroundings. The only thing that mattered to her was pleasure, and she had that in droves. Your fingers worked their magic, your thumb massaging her clit while you experimented with her entrance, keen to discover whether or not she could withstand taking them inside her. It was effortless to do so, a testament to how soaked she was, and goodness did her walls have quite the clutch around your fingers! Despite this being her first time being touched like this, she was reacting superbly, displaying not even a hint of discomfort.

That begged the question-- could she take your cock?

Truthfully, you had been uncertain whether or not to go all the way with her. While it was clearly what she wanted, her petiteness meant it would be a tight fit and potentially uncomfortable at best-- painful at worst.

But you were starting to suspect she was more resilient than she seemed.

“How does it feel, Yuliya?”

You already knew the answer; you just wanted to know if she could answer it.

Miraculously, Yuliya was able to answer, and she sounded divine. “W-Wonderful…”

Never had you heard anyone sound so sultry! She was completely mesmerized by what she was experiencing, embracing this inconceivable pleasure to its fullest.

You were having the time of your life too; it wasn’t every day you were given permission to inappropriately touch a cute girl.

…or was it “appropriately touched”, considering how much she loved it?

Yuliya cried out, revealing all the degenerate tones her voice was capable of making. It was a delight to hear, but only intensified your craving to be inside her. 

“Yuliya,” you whispered into her ear, making her tremble. “Do you want to have sex?”

“Aaahhh…”

“Do you want me to put my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Yuliya had spoken so boldly earlier.

Now, she could no longer speak. In all likelihood, she was probably struggling to think too!

Regardless, she understood the weight of the questions you were asking. Thankfully, the answer she had was simple to say, though that didn’t stop it from sounding so serene.

“Yeeeesssss…”

You smiled, exhaling hot air into her ear, worsening her shaking. “Good answer.”

By this point, Yuliya’s nightgown had fallen apart-- not literally, but the straps had slithered down her arms, exposing her breasts. Though she was small-chested, the view was spectacular-- and you looked forward to gazing upon it and the rest of her body while making love to her. 

Yuliya attempted to discard her panties, though she needed some aid. Fortunately, she was conscious enough to spread her legs, showing you directly just how much she was leaking. Despite her fluster and her rugged breathing, she was able to call forth a smile, enticing you one last time.

“Pleaaasee…”

You smiled back, getting into position and discarding your underwear too. While you would have loved for her to touch you first and get a feel for what was about to fuck her, this adorable princess needed to fucked now. She could no longer wait, and frankly, neither could you.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” you warned her, for as much as you wanted to ravage her, you weren’t going to forget how careful one had to be during a lady’s first time.

Yuliya nodded, bracing herself for the inevitable agony. Satisfied she was as ready as she could be, you pushed up against her pussy, the immense fluids she had produced almost making you slip in there and then. Firmly taking hold of your manhood, you started to slide inside her at a gradual pace, keeping a close eye on her expression every step of the way. 

Despite your caution, she displayed a minimal amount of discomfort as you entered her. You felt the moment her hymen was breached, but it was nothing she couldn’t resolve with a light biting of her lip. Yuliya was fortunate to not suffer much pain.

It meant you could begin pounding her sooner.

Yuliya took your member well, even as you pushed inside her deepest parts. You eventually bottomed out, nestling up against the entrance to her womb. She was captivated by how she was feeling, unable to let out a single word, but her body language spoke a thousand of them. Convinced she was ready, you pulled out, only to soon slam your hips forward. Not too intensely, of course; she was handling it shockingly well, but that wasn’t an invitation to lose your mind to lust.

Not yet, anyway.

The princess’s moans returned with a vengeance, your thrusts causing shockwaves of pleasure to erupt through her body. She clung to her pillow firmly, her sight never leaving yours even as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open. 

Your stability wasn’t doing too great either; this adorable thing had one absurdly humid pussy, the intense heat pairing well with how her walls enveloped your manhood, desperately trying to close in on something too hard to defeat. It was a wondrous feeling, subconsciously causing you to accelerate so you could experience that sensation but magnified. While it was exhausting, you were determined to give this girl a first time she’d never forget.

Yuliya’s pussy responded magnificently to your augmented agility, tightening up even further. When you heard an amplification to her moans, you knew her climax had struck without warning, serenity so grand she could not fathom it. You were thrilled to witness her orgasm, taking much pride in the knowledge that this was the first time she was climaxing with a cock inside her-- your cock. 

Truthfully, you weren’t far from joining, but an important question had to be asked.

“Yuliya, where do-”

“Inside!!!”

You weren’t sure what impressed you more-- the answer, the swift interruption, or the fact she could still speak at all!

Nonetheless, you were thrilled to hear it. You had given this girl her first kiss and taken her virginity; it felt appropriate to be the first to creampie her too. 

Determined to see the end both you and her desired, you amped up your pace considerably. Tiredness be damned, she deserved nothing less than a firm fucking, and that was precisely what you gave her. Yuliya, still amidst her orgasm, found the peak of pleasure prolonged by your actions. It was a miracle she even remained conscious! 

But you were glad she did.

You wanted her to feel the moment a man erupted inside her.

With one final thrust, you pushed up against her womb’s entrance and did just that, embracing the clutch of her insides and letting her pussy squeeze the cum it craved out of your cock. You could think of no words to describe how you were feeling. Phenomenal? Extraordinary? Heavenly? To an extent. Truthfully, those words were not strong enough to perfectly encapsulate your pleasure.

You were cumming inside Yuliya-- a princess.

She had awkwardly asked for sex, even thinking you would make a move on her beforehand. 

Everything had pretty much gone from zero to one hundred, but you couldn’t ask for a better experience.

Satisfied you had poured out everything you could inside her, you collapsed on top of her. Despite her petite frame, she handled your weight well, pulling you into a hug she did not want to depart from for some time. It felt wonderful.

…it was a little amusing too; you had literally become her bodyguard.

“...t-that was… ahhh…” she tried to speak, but she too could not find the words. Therefore, she refrained from saying anything for a while, giving her lungs some much-needed time to recuperate.

You didn’t need to hear the end of her sentence. You knew precisely what she wanted to say.

But eventually, Yuliya did voice her thoughts.

“...I think…” she started. “...I won’t have any problems sleeping now…”

You weren’t too convinced about that. 

While you didn’t doubt the effectiveness of this unorthodox solution, there was a good chance she’d crave more than she needed, effectively reducing the amount of time she spent asleep.

But that was okay!

There was a solution to that too-- fucking her so hard she’d end up exhausted and have no choice but to sleep!

Heh.

You were going to enjoy being Yuliya’s bodyguard.