The Unleashed Knight

Saya jutted straight up in bed panting, fingers wound tight in the pure white sheets. Her chest suddenly felt light, like she might float away without his weight pressing her down. He was gone…

With a low moan she flopped against the pillows, venting her frustrated breath deep into the ruffles. Just a dream… that dream… again.

Slowly she began to move, her damp skin uncomfortable against the sheets. It had only been weeks since she awoke. Her sleeping fits had subsided, her memories recovered, she could have moved to red shield headquarters a while ago. But she had requested to stay just a little longer in Haji’s small apartment in the city, the one close to the ocean. Why? Maybe she was hoping everything would be resolved between herself and her chevalier before she headed back to her family. She knew once she entered Red Shield there would be a lot to catch up to do. She didn’t want to go into all of that when her relationship with Haji was hanging in the air.

Saya turned her head to the window. The way they had ended it… She had been reliving the last moments at the MET over and over again. Every word, every soft touch, and that kiss… And yet, when she awoke in Haji’s apartment over 30 years later, it was business as usual again. He still held her in the same friendly and protective way, he still watched her with that same stone expression, he still took excellent care of her. Yet, when they were waking down the street she felt more like his sister than lover. Maybe she had misunderstood.

Love had many connotations… or maybe Haji was incapable of… of… The thought made Saya cringe. Maybe it was because her burden was now gone, or because she had chosen life, but she had been feeling a longing. A longing deep inside like she hadn’t felt ever since her mission began in Joel’s burning manor over 100 years ago

Watching her Chevaliers body stride beside hers, feeling his strong arms wrap around her in the occasional hug, the feeling of his cool wrist in her mouth brought forth a burning. She wanted him, wanted him like she’d never allowed herself before. And she could only have him in dreams.

Saya bit her lip, and slowly brushed her legs together, the evidence of her dreamtime lover evident on her thighs. She looked to the window, wondering where the real life Haji was, probably on a walk. Closing her eyes with a mix of excitement and sadness, Saya let her hand slip under the sheets.

- + -

Haji removed his hand from the doorknob, a soft sound filling his ears. He stood still a moment, finally swallowing the lump in his throat. Feeling brave, he took the cold knob in his hand and began to lung forward.

“Nuhhnnm….” It was the softest of noises, obviously hissed out under her hand, but it stopped him in his tracks. Quickly and quietly he withdrew into the night.

- + -

The morning came too soon for Saya. She had lost too much sleep to be pleased by the blare of the alarm clock at 8am. Still, the sound of Haji moving around the apartment tempted her out of bed.

And there he was, standing in the living room as if waiting for her. That was a little egocentric, since by the look of the bag of groceries in his hand he’d obviously already been to the store.

“Good morning, Saya.” His usual tone, not happy, not sad, just Haji.

“Good Morning, Haji.” Saya tipped forward, grasping her oversized nightgown shut and kissed his lips quickly. He seemed to freeze at this unexpected action, and she just blushed suddenly.

One might wonder, with what they were, why she didn’t just order him to do her wishes. But to this queen, that was no better than rape. She would not have a sex slave, she would have a lover. And yet that was harder than it seemed. Haji would never make the first move, and if Saya made the first move it was little better than making a demand, which he would have to follow. Saya was hopelessly trapped in this standstill.

She contemplated him a moment, and he obliged by standing there and letting her stare. Unconsciously, Saya reached up and brushed his hair over his ear. An ever so slight shiver emitted from Haji, running down Saya’s fingertips.

A thought occurred. Haji might be a Chevalier, but he was man, and possibly wound as tight, if not tighter, than Saya. He was a good Chevalier, but did disobey on occasion, he even made his own choices sometimes. She would never order him… but if she were to be docile enough, permissive enough, maybe he would take the initiative. It would take some courage on her behalf, she would have to accept that if he never did cave, he simply did not want her in that way. If that were the case, she could go on living with him as she always had, it was better than to not be with him at all. Saya swallowed the knot in her throat.

“I’m sorry, Haji. I didn’t mean too…” She lost her voice, and then suddenly skipped to attention. “I’m going to wash up before breakfast. Okay?” But she trotted way before he could answer.

- + -

The towel was rough, and in her nervousness she might have dried herself a little hastily after the shower. Saya frowned at her pinked skin in the mirror. Oh well, she’d already made up her mind. Sucking a deep breath of air she formed her lips into an “h” and then shut them.

Changing her mind suddenly she swiped the bra and panties from the bed. She wasn’t that brazen. Slipping them on she rechecked the mirror. They weren’t sexy really, not like the kinds in magazines. The bra was opaque, with white lace around the edges, and the panties were in the same fashion. Somehow though, the felt this is what he’d like to see her in.

“Haji!” She called out, and made like she was sorting through her stack of laundry.

The door was almost instantly open. “Ye…” his answer cut off at the sight of bent over the bed, the white material of the panties clinging to her damp and pink skin.

“I can’t find my favorite shirt. I wanted to wear it today.” She whirled around with a slight tick in her frown. He was looking, or to put it more appropriately, trying to not look.

“I think it is in the wash, Saya” He regained his composure.

Saya tried to seem unconcerned with the fact he was staring at her. “Oh. Well I’ll wait till it’s dry.” And with that she picked up one of his perfectly pressed white button downs and slide it on. Damn, if Haji was shorter it might have a better effect. As it was it covered to her knees and her arms many times over. “Let’s just eat breakfast.” Saya mumbled.

Unsure of what offense he’d committed to darken her mood, Haji quickly set the table and presented her with an omelet, which she devoured, so he didn’t feel too bad.

Saya rubbed her thigh, an excuse to shift the huge shirt over her knee. Every now and then she snuck looks at her companion, sitting across from her. He was always attentive, but the look in his eyes was different. Saya felt a rush of embarrassment and glee at the same time. Her skin was itching under his eyes, and yet she liked it. It excited her to tempt the beast inside of him. Dangerous and safe all at once.

“Well, Haji, what am I going to do with myself now?” She sighed suddenly and set down her fork.

He blushed suddenly, remembering the night before, but he knew she meant something else, so, “What do you mean?”

“Truth is, I didn’t expect to live on after Diva. I made no other plans… I don’t think I’ll go back to school, I can’t be a schoolgirl forever. We’ll just tell people I look young for my age. I should find a hobby, like you.” She gazed over at his cello.

“That cello was originally Saya’s hobby, before she gave it up.” Haji corrected.

“You were just better at it than me. You surpassed the teacher.” Saya laughed a little. “I used to say it was because you were taller than me, but I don’t think that had anything to do with it.”

An ever so small smile crept over the tall man’s lips. “Thank you, Saya.” He paused a moment. “You could take it back up. I would help you.”

Saya’s eyes lighted. “You’d tutor me!?” She thought a moment. “Alright. I don’t have anything else to do today. Let’s go ahead.”

He was taken aback by her enthusiasm but went to the other side of the room and returned with the precious old instrument and a chair. “Here, sit in this chair and I’ll guide the bow.”

“You’ll have to bend over that way, and the notes will be strained. Teach me as I used to teach you… before you got so tall.”

The memory of those night in the French countryside, balanced on Saya’s lap with the cello in his hands floated into his mind. Blinking a few times, Haji lowed the bow. “Shouldn’t you wait until your clothing is dry?”

“Why?” She tried her hardest to sound oblivious.

“Nothing.” Haji lowered himself into the chair and motioned for Saya to follow. She did, nestling herself on his lap, shifting her thighs into his, and then parting them to cradle the old cello between her legs.

Haji’s posture was even stiffer than usual as he handed her the bow. Softly he clasped his hand over hers as she bend her fingers to the strings. They began to play, softly at first, and then gaining speed and emotion. His left hand pushed and pulled her elbow as she flew the bow across the instrument in time to him, his bandaged fingers pressing her soft digits into the correct position.

If anything relaxed this man, it was playing, and soon he was soft and warm against her. They were one, the music a joint effort between them. Instead if sounding disjointed, it was smooth and flawless. Crescendo after crescendo his breath became hotter against her neck. They began to sway, a good way to hid Saya’s shivers as the vibration of the wood rocked up her thighs.

The music hit a fevered pitch. It might have been the vibrations of the strings, or Saya’s accidental slip in her fretting, but a string suddenly caved under the pressure and snapped.

Hissing she clasped her hand to her chest, bloodying Haji’s pretty white shirt. He was on his feet in a moment, taking her with him. “I’m sorry Haji, I’m sorry.” He paid little attention to her pleas as he pulled her arm from her chest and examined the back of her hand before suddenly lowering his mouth to her bloodied skin.

They froze. Saya, at his brash action, and Haji struggled hard to control his sudden urge to sink his teeth deep.

“I’ve healed now, Haji.” Saya whispered. “It takes a bit longer since I’m still waking… but I’m okay now.”

Haji removed his mouth and nodded. “I….” He didn’t finish.

Saya looked at him with sympathy. They were what they were. “You are hungry.” Saya rubbed the rest of the blood away with her sleeve. He only looked away, ashamed. “It has been a very long time since I fed you.” It was her time to lower her eyes to the ground. “You are so good to me, and I haven’t been nearly so good to you.”

“I do not need to feed as often as you.” Haji assured.

“But you do need to.” She bent her wrist to him. Though none of this had been intentional, she was going to stick to her plan, she would not order, only be passive, permissive to his whims.

Haji hesitated and then picked her up, taking her the few feet to the couch and sitting down, cradling her demurely on his lap. “The wrist is more painful.” Haji whispered lowly when she presented the white flesh from under the bloody sleeve.

Saya only nodded, giving no sign of preference, and waited. After a long pause, Haji rocked her closer and smoothed her short hair from her neck. Saya bit her lip, but tried to show no fear.

His breath raced across her skin, hot and moist, making odd goose bumps. Lips pressed to skin, they were narrow and smooth, just barely cushioning the push of sharp fangs beneath them. He hesitated, then gave what she thought might have been a kiss, before sinking his teeth in, on slick smooth motion.

Saya tried to hold in her gasp, not of pain, but of unbelievable pleasure. She’d almost forgotten how good it felt for their kind. For a chevalier, feeding a queen was the most sublime pleasure imaginable. Of course Haji hadn’t admitted that to her, but Diva in one of her mocking encounters. Maybe that was why her chevalier always insisted on the wrist, less dangerous.

Saya shivered and let out an audible moan. Haji’s mouth hesitated at her sound, and then continued with more pressure. Saya let herself go, freely arching against his chest, spreading her palms against his shoulders.

Haji pulled away a few inches, her name coming across her skin in a horse harsh whisper, before he flew forward, grabbing her vulnerable skin in his mouth.

Eyes wide, she rode her chevalier’s hunger, excited and on the edge of fear.

His fingers tangled into her short dark hair, pulled her head back into an arch. Saya choked out his name and slid her thighs open permissively against his lap. This forced a growl from Haji’s throat.

“Haji….” Saya called again. Such an odd mix of feelings. She was excited, and yet afraid. This show of emotion, of passion, from Haji drove her mind into a deep and dark place, yet all girls imagine their first time as soft and gentle. He must have heard the mix of pleasure and pain in her voice.

Haji’s teeth removed themselves, yet his head remained bent into her neck. “Saya…”

She relaxed enough to sink back into his lap, a new hard pressure greeted her. Softly Saya cradled the back of his head.

“Saya brings out the best in me…” He began. “She makes me strong. My queen makes me selfless, and brave. I am a Knight, bound to be chivalrous.” His fingers were digging into his hips. “And at the same time… I am forced to fight my lesser instincts. The way I look at your body at times, the thoughts I have, the day dreams my mind slips into… forgive me, Saya.”

Was this the point she wanted to bring him to? Saya was so confused and ashamed she couldn’t speak. She wanted to tempt Haji’s dark side, his sexual side, she wanted to force it into the light of day… Yet her Chevalier was so ashamed of it she had ultimately only caused him pain. “It’s… okay, Haji.”

Saya meant those words to say it was okay for Haji to think those thoughts, feel those feelings, that she felt them too. He took it to mean she had forgiven his transgression. He stood, careful to set her down on the couch with as little contact between them as possible, and then headed for the door. “I need to go out for a while.” For once he didn’t wait for permission, and before Saya had got her mind around what had just happed, he was gone.

- + -

The morning came and when and her chevalier did not return. His embarrassment must have been very great to keep him away that long. Finally Saya made the trek to the basement, picked up her clothes from the laundry room, dressed, and went out.

She wasted time window shopping, picked at her lunch at a local café. Saya fretted away much of the day before returning to the apartment. It was still empty. She ate whatever she could find in the fridge that didn’t take cooking, dressed in Haji’s shirt again and slipped into bed, suddenly very tired. Drifting into sleep, Saya’s mind happily processed the scent of her chevalier clinging to the shirt.

Deep in the night, with the city lights from the window coloring the room, the queen’s mind registered the feeling of an arm wrapping around her torso. She moaned and backed into the familiar chest. “Haji…” She sighed out, half asleep.

“Yes, Saya. I’m home.” He whispered into hair. “I… I’ve been trying to calm down, get back into control. I was so afraid of what I’d do to you if I didn’t get way, but…” He pulled her close, letting her feel the hard lump against her back. Saya’s eyes flew open. “Forgive me Saya, I can’t fight his.” His teeth were sunk deep into shoulder. Saya’s mouth made a feeble attempt at movement. Hands wrapped around her, lifting her breasts into his palms.

Saya mewed out as his fingers brushed against her already perked nipples. Her mind was shutting down. Haji’s eyes were glowing light blue in the dark, a rare sight.

Whimpers filled the room as his rough hands fumbled in exploration of her body, Haji’s bandaged hand running up her thigh until it reached the hem of her shirt.

Saya turned to him, biting her lip she grasped the material and pulled it up, showing her panties, glowing white in the moon light. It was all the permission Haji needed. He teased at the lace edges of the material covering her, but went no further.

“Saya.” His cheek brushed against hers, he was in control again, if just for a moment. “The way I feel… you drive me crazy like this only because I love you. You must know that?”

Smiling simply in that moment, Saya nodded. “I know. I love you too Haji.”

“Nothing will change that?” he was answered by a soft kiss on his lips. “Nothing will change the way I feel. Even if… Even if you order me out of your bed.”

Hiding the increasing smile on her face, Saya gripped Haji’s hand and slipped his fingertips under the brim of her panties. A palpable jolt rocketed through her chevaliers body. Then his hands were there, through the soft patch of dark hair, over her soft mound, and back up again, one slim artistic finger gliding effortlessly between her lips. He stopped.

“Wet…” Haji nestled his face into her neck.

“I was dreaming of you again.” Saya admitted.

“Do my fingers feel better than your own?” Haji’s breath was hot against her neck. Saya turned beet red at the realization that he might have heard, might have seen her. Her response broke what little reserve he had.
Haji’s hand returned to her breast, gripping it and pulling her against his chest hard. Saya felt enveloped, helpless, defenseless. Normally she would hate the feeling, but with Haji, it was… a welcome release. She bucked against his fingers. Though he fumbled a bit, his fingers were well talented and nimble from years of urging beautiful music from the cello.

It didn’t take long, the build up to this point had driven her body to the breaking point. Saya succumb the first taste of ecstasy given by someone other than herself, and it was wonderful.

It was only after her shivers subsided that Saya noticed that the hard mass of Haji’s need was pressing urgently into her hip. Even though she had pushed him into his dark side, even though she had made him loose his control, he still thought about her needs before his own. She smiled a little, it was sweet. But it was time to give back to the man who never thought of himself.

She turned and pushed him gently to the sheets. Haji was panting, and wild eyed as Saya’s hand grazed down his thighs and set comfortingly on his hardness. A blush sprung to her cheeks as Saya looked down to see her pale hand glowing in the moonlight against the dark material of his pants, the soft blue light just barely outlining the shape of his erection. She took her time undressing him, even though she could tell each of his muscles were straining. She had seen him nude before, but never in this context, it was like seeing his flesh for the first time. He was beautiful.

Slowly her fingers trailed to the buckle of his belt. Haji forced his eyes to the ceiling, willing himself to stay calm, to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down. He knew he’d regret it later if their first time was so… one sided. It was difficult, he knew she was now staring at most intimate part of his body, the one reserved only for her. He twitched under her gaze. And then her hand was on him, her soft, small, strong hand.

Bucking and making inhuman sounds, Haji pushed himself into her grasp over and over again. This blatant and hungry need surprised her. Haji, normally so passive and clam, looked desperate, barely clinging to sanity. The thought that she could bring this out of him brought Saya such selfish glee.

Turning her attention from his face, she examined the source of Haji’s pleasure, gripped softly in her hand. Saya brushed her fingers over the skin, amazing, like velvet wrapped over hard steel. She swirled her thumb over the hard tip and captured the pure crystal bead of moisture forming there. Slowly she brought her finger to her mouth and tasted him. It was oddly familiar.

“SAYA!” Haji sat straight up as his queen’s lips came to rest on the head of his cock, a tentative kiss that ended in a dart of the tongue. Gripping her shoulders firmly, he pushed Saya up. “If you do that I won’t… last.”

His chest pressed hers, forcing her to the sheets. His now shivering erection pushed almost painfully against her hip. “Saya, is this your first time?” Haji’s voice was horse and strained against her ear.

“Yes.” Saya bit her lip as her eyes slid closed.

“Yes….” Haji repeated. She could tell by the way he sounded he was just barely in control. “My queen.” His arms locked under her knees and brought her thighs around his stomach.

Her hand flew to his chest, stopping him. “I’m not your queen tonight Haji.” She smiled shyly. She wanted to repay him for so much, she wanted to show him that all of his devotion was reciprocated. “Tonight, you are my king.” She whispered in his ear.

Haji let out a strange cry and bucked forward, pushing his straining need against her mound. “Are you sure Saya?!” nearly choking. “I need you to be sure…”

“ye…” She didn’t even get the word out before his hips pulled back, and thrust forward again, taking her in one effortless and forceful motion.

Saya lay motionless, unable to speak. True, there was pain, but it was quickly flowing away in a torrent of pleasure. It was such a full feeling, like the missing piece of her had come home. Briefly she wondered what Haji was feeling. He was propped above her on his hands, his face buried in the pillows beside her own. She reached up and planted her hands around his back, feeling his muscles tremble at each of his ragged breathes. “I’m okay, Haji.”

That must have been what he needed to hear. Haji’s hip pulled back achingly slow and then rushed forward again with force. Saya cried out and held him tighter, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. They moved like that for a while, and Saya came to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own.

Suddenly Haji growled and took Saya’s hips in his hands, pressing his last few inches into her body. Her body went tight for a moment, shivering around him. Then Saya fell limp to the covers.

Haji’s body reared up over hers as he brought her hips into his lap. Saya’s eyes creaked open to see his body. Each ridge of his strong body was outlined in the moonlight, his face cast in shadow except for the piercing glow of his steel blue eyes. A black mass mounded up behind him, it took Saya a moment to realize it was his wings.

She knew now that he had completely let go to his darker side. It thrilled and frightened her at the same time. Strangely, Haji’s thrusts were much more controlled now, slow and long and possessive.

“My Queen” the voice from her chevalier was a half growl. “My Queen, and on one else’s. I am my Queen’s only Chevalier.” He emphasized the statement with a quick thrust that made her moan.

Saya dropped her head permissively to the pillow. It was like it was when he had fed from her, normally she hated being in someone else’s control, but with Haji it was a welcome release. “Yes Haji, Yes…” She pleaded. Saya had climaxed twice so far, but her body was already climbing again.

“I love you, my Saya.” Haji’s voice rang in her ears. And then his familiar tone vanished, and was replaced by his wild growls of passion. She watched him, his head dropped back, his body pushing into her again and again in hard precise movements. Poor Haji, he had been restrained so long, she had held him on a leash for so long… Saya’s eyes slide closed as she called his name over and over again in her ecstasy.

Then his thrusts stopped, Haji held his body perfectly still against her and roared her name. A warmth rushed up Saya’s stomach. He reared back and pushed all the way in again. Saya blushed, feeling the warmth of Haji flowing over her mound, down her thighs… Just when it felt like it would never stop, Haji fell against her, exhausted.

Conscious of his weight, he quickly rolled over, setting Saya on top of him and wrapping them in his warm velvety wings. Haji held her shivering from, his normal demurer returning.

“Forgive me Saya.” He pleaded, brushing her now crazy hair out of her eyes.

Saya shook her head. “There is no need. I… liked it.”

Haji had to push her head to his chest to keep her from seeing his smile. “I’ll be able to control myself better… next time.” The last of the statement ended in a quasi question.

Nodding, she kissed him gently, letting her tongue trace his lower lip. After a long moment of rest she finally spoke. “Was that just a Chevalier serving his Queen?”

Haji rubbed her back. “No. Was that simply a Queen repaying her Chevaliers loyalty?”

Saya made little circles against his chest with her finger. “No.” She smiled at him, knowing whatever past they had was washed away. Solomon had once told Haji he had nothing to offer his queen but memories of battle, loss, and guilt. In Solomon’s mind he was the only one who could offer Saya a new future, free of the worries of yesterday. Yet… She knew it was her choice. True though it was that the same body that she saw fight in battle many times was the same one to make love to her that night. The same hand that she had brutally disfigured was the same one to caress her so lovingly. The same man she’s turned into a creature was the same man who loved her. He was also the same man she had known so long ago.

Soloman wanted to be Saya’s white knight, but in the end she knew she what she wanted. The loyal knight. The one who fought for her, not simply offered to take her from the battle field. The knight who stood beside her from the beginning, and who after the battle was won, gave her a reason to live.


** NOTE **
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