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“Happy birthday, Noelle!”
The royal smiled brightly as Asta’s words left his lips.
“You’ve already told me that about a thousand times today, dork,” she replied as she took another sip of her wine.
“Yes but,” her boyfriend shot back with an exaggerated smile, “I really want you to have a great birthday! The more birthday wishes you receive the better your birthday is.”
“Oh is it?” she asked with feigned interest. “Can you prove that?”
“Yes! For example, today I’ve wished you a happy birthday a lot, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And this birthday has been way better than your other birthdays, right?”
Noelle couldn’t stop the wide smile from stretching across her face.
“Yeah, dork, it has been.”
“See?”
The pair let out a shared laugh as the background noise of clinking silverware and chatting customers helped contain their conversation to their own table. The royal had awoken this morning to the realization it was her birthday. Throughout her youth, Noelle’s birthdays had never been a happy or celebratory occasion: Solid and Nebra often took the opportunity to remind her of her failures extra hard on those days while Nozel would completely disappear from the Silva estate and remain absent for sometimes days afterwards. After reconciling with Nozel, Noelle had learned her eldest brother often spent her birthdays visiting their mother’s grave; that admittedly made her feel a little less awful, but her memories of her early birthdays were dull at best and miserable at worst.
Since she and Asta had begun dating, however, her experiences with birthdays had turned around completely. While today was only the second birthday she’d had as his girlfriend, the anti-mage had gone out of his way to make sure Noelle felt loved and cherished on her special day. And with him, she did. Last year he had orchestrated a surprise party for her that involved almost everyone Noelle cared to see, the memories of said party still burned brightly in her mind as some of the best moments of her (albeit young) life. This year, he had surprised her with dinner at a place not too fancy for him to feel uncomfortable but with enough accents on the menu items that Noelle felt right at home.
The restaurant sat on the border of the Common and Noble Realms; a quiet place that attracted the upper classes from the Common Realm and the lower nobles in an interesting mix of patronage. Asta had found the place - upon Charmy's suggestion, of course - and the Vice-Captain of the Black Bulls had even taken Finral and Vanessa out to eat a few days before Noelle's birthday to make sure the food, wine, and atmosphere were all "up to snuff". The place had passed the approval of all who had been there and Noelle was pleased to say the place lived up to the hype. Perfect food, excellent wine, supreme service, and, to top it all off, privacy.
Asta and Noelle had a booth to themselves inside the restaurant tucked into one of the corners. An open window on the wall let in the cold November air, yet the royal welcomed it. She always preferred the cold to the heat, and having a quiet place to share in laughs and smiles and blushes with her boyfriend made her warm enough that the cool air kept her face from overheating. The night had been spent trading whispers and hand squeezes while eating and drinking to fill; it was perfect.
"Cake, mademoiselle.
Their waiter appeared with a smile and a slice of chocolate cake piled high with dark chocolate shavings and topped with a cherry. The plate was set down and their waiter produced a spoon of raspberry sauce that was deftly and elegantly drizzled over the entire plate. Forks were set down in front of Asta and Noelle.
"Anything else, monsieur? Mademoiselle?"
"No, thank you," Asta replied, "Here you go; keep the rest, sir. We really appreciate it!"
He handed the waiter a small pouch with enough money to cover the dinner and tip. The waiter smiled before moving on to another table and once more the couple found themselves alone. Noelle eagerly picked up her fork and stabbed it into the cake before noticing Asta not going for his own utensil. She frowned.
"You want some of the cake?"
"Nah," he answered, "it's your birthday cake, babe. Not mine."
She smiled and scooted over in her booth before patting the now open spot.
"Come on, dork, share it with me. Please?"
Asta smiled a little and quickly changed seats, sliding in and grabbing his fork to take a small bite. Noelle smiled and put her bite in her mouth, relishing in the dark, rich chocolatey taste mixing with the tart raspberry. A few gentle moments passed in silent bliss as the pair of senior magic knights enjoyed their dessert. After another bite, Asta placed his hand on her exposed thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. Normally flustered by such actions, the royal was pleasantly surprised to find herself giddily numb to the sensation from her wine and simply giggled.
"Hey, I got you one more gift," Asta said as he lazily drew his fingers across her pale skin. His movements left a comfortable tingle in their wake.
"Asta, come on, we talked about this," Noelle replied. His hand finished its erratic pattern and slipped slightly further down and inwards across her thigh, sending jolts of tingles as it did. "I've got enough stuff! This - " she gestured to their surroundings, " - is what I wanted for my birthday: quality time with you, ya dork. You don't have to give me anymore gifts."
"I know we agreed no gifts," Asta replied, his hand starting another aimless pattern, this time with slightly more force and speed. "But I think you'll really like this one."
His hand once moved across her thigh again, this time up until his fingers hit the space where Noelle's thighs met. The tingles sparked brilliantly as his fingers gently pushed into the gap. The royal's face ignited red as her amethyst eyes locked in on Asta's free hand slowly unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling it up, exposing the toned forearms and tattoo on his left arm. Her mouth went dry as she chewed the moist cake.
"Asta, what're you - "
"Your gift," he calmly replied, cutting her off in the process. "If you want it, of course."
His hand pushed further down and Noelle instinctively spread her legs open to give him access to wherever he was intending to go. She sucked in a breath through her teeth as her boyfriend's heavy hand gently grasped the edge of her black dress and began pulling it up. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear.
"So what'll be, princess? Do you want your gift or not?"
Noelle's chest grew tight with desire. The mixture of inebriation and arousal made her immediate reaction to Asta's question a resounding "yes!", but there was still a sliver of rationale that crept up and called out.
"Right now? What if someone catches us?"
"They won't," he replied with nonchalance. "I can sense the ki of anyone who might be getting close and stop whenever we need to. Besides, the two tables behind us both left not too long ago and we've already paid so it's not like our waiter will be back anytime soon."
He suddenly yanked her dress hem back and exposed her lower half to the air, earning a gentle gasp from his girlfriend as he did. The royal's instincts kicked in and she moved a hand down to cover herself…only to realize that between Asta's large frame and the surrounding table and booth she was effectively covered up. As much as she hated to admit it, she severely doubted anyone would notice what exactly the anti-mage was doing if they walked by. The noise, on the other hand, was a different story, but knowing how Asta got during their…intimate times, she doubted he would feel the slightest bit of shame for any noises Noelle would make.
There's no way this would work, would it?
The Silva closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths as Asta's hand moved down again, touching the waistband of her black underwear with a feather touch. His fingers dragged lazily across the skin there, igniting a fire in the water mage's belly that made her knees feel weak.
"What's it going to be?"
Fuck it, it's my birthday. Why not?
"Yes, please, Master."
Asta let out a short, dry laugh before his index finger ran down across the front of Noelle's underwear. Immediately the royal bit down on her lip to stifle a hot moan as his digit ran across her covered, sensitive skin. The fork fell from her hand and clattered against the table. Asta's finger stopped—tensely pressed against the fabric covering her opening. Noelle felt her breath catch in her throat at the sudden halt in stimulation. Tense seconds passed without so much as a twitch from the peasant. Eventually the silver-haired woman's frustrations broke her silence.
"Why'd you stop?" she breathed out.
"You have to keep eating, Noelle," Asta explained, his free hand picking up her fork and gently placing it on the cake's plate. "You can't get your gift until you finish your cake."
A whimper crawled out of the Silva's throat as her back slightly arched. The swordsman curled his finger ever so slightly to dig into her slit just enough to motivate her, and it did. Noelle fumbled the fork for a second as a jolt of lightning ran up her spine. She hurriedly jabbed the fork into the cake to take another bite. Once more she was interrupted by Asta's free hand clamping down firmly over hers.
"What?" Noelle asked through gritted teeth.
An utterly devilish smile crossed Asta's lips. "You gotta save the cherry for the end, princess."
She looked down to see the bright red dessert topping covered in chocolate and raspberry sauce. Her breaths were becoming labored. Another curl and push down of Asta's finger caused a hot moan to fall from her lips.
"Fuck."
She dropped the piece and quickly jabbed the fork through the cake again, tearing a chunk off and shoving it in her mouth. As she did, the anti-mage's finger curled and began rubbing up and down her opening, the thin black fabric of her panties providing tormentous friction on her hot skin.
"That's my girl."
With that praise a pattern quickly emerged for the panting royal and the smirking peasant. The next few minutes were filled with presses and pushes; bites and moans. Occasionally Noelle's resolve would break and her head would fall to the table as she desperately rolled her hips into Asta's invasive fingers…only for said man to halt all movement and quietly wait for the water mage's moans to subside and for her to go back to the task assigned to her. Unsurprisingly, Noelle's frustrations and arousal continued to build as she tried her hardest to consume the cake before her and multiple attempts to shove her own hand down to her wet core were met with intervention by Asta's free hand—the following reprimands she receiving only heightened her growing drive.
As she reached the final bites, Asta's hand finally pushed her underwear aside and touched her now blazing hot skin. It was a feather touch (Asta was surprisingly gentle when he wanted to be, despite how heavy and brutal he appeared in battle) but it was enough to earn a full-throated cry of desire and need from the silver-haired woman and cause the fork to fall from her throat. Asta quickly covered her mouth.
"Quiet, Noelle, someone might hear you," he cooly teased.
"Huh, I wonder why," she snapped back with a barely suppressed whine.
"Wouldn't that be something though?" Asta continued, ignoring her jab. A second finger joined the first beneath the sheet of black and began to spread the lips of her raging core. "Could you imagine someone turning the corner and seeing one of the kingdom's princesses getting finger fucked by a peasant?"
Noelle bit down on Asta's hand. Hard. She felt the skin give out beneath her teeth and the faint taste of iron shoot into her mouth, but she didn't care and she knew he didn't either. He'd been through far worse. It was worth it to attempt to save what little dignity she had left because, if she was being honest, she'd love to be caught. To be humiliated in front of some stranger. To be caught getting fucked by a peasant in a restaurant. Arguably the most famous, powerful peasant, she'd admit, but the point still stood: she wasn't just Asta's princess; she was his slave.
And she despised how much she loved that.
His fingers broke through and pushed inside her soaking wet walls.
The edges of Noelle's vision began to blacken and blur as the strongest wave of pleasure hit her whole body like a fireball. Her back arched, her teeth sunk into Asta's hand deeper, and her fingers wrapped so tightly around that stupid cake fork her knuckles turned white as the metal dug into her soft hands. Asta's fingers curled against her hot, tight walls and set a brisk pace of thrusting in and out. Curling and spreading; swirling and pushing; pulling out, running up her folds and spreading her own wetness around before diving back into the core. It was enough to drive Noelle mad and the royal was pissed to find her hips gyrating to the movements against her will—wave after wave after brutal, tortuous wave of pleasure cascading outward from the wandering fingers.
"Come on, Noelle, you're so close now."
Noelle ignored the pang of desire that ran through her at his word choice and took a chance by opening her eyes. The cake had been eaten in its entirety except for one piece: the small cluster of chocolate with the cherry on top. Asta's hand covering her mouth slowly retreated—a small stream of red ran across his palm. He picked up the fork and maneuvered the cake onto it. He patiently raised his hand until the dessert was tantalizingly close to Noelle's lips.
"Go on," he teased," don't you want your gift?"
Unable to speak, Noelle let out a choked pant and nodded her head. Asta moved the cake closer. Noelle opened her mouth to accept the chocolate that had tracked her frustrations for God knows how long at this point. Asta, seemingly content to draw out her torture for as long as possible, paused just as the dessert hit the entrance to her mouth. She could feel the cherry brushing against her top lip and the tart raspberry drip onto her bottom one. His fingers curled inside her walls and pushed in as far as Asta could make them.
"Then go ahead," he whispered. "Finish."
She leapt forward and took the cake in her mouth as Asta finally gave her what she'd been wanting. His fingers pumped in and out at a pace that was blisteringly beautiful and within seconds the long wait was over. The cherry burst in her mouth as the blistering heat reached its peak and flushed across her body from head to toe. Noelle faintly registered the fork clanging to the table as Asta grabbed her face and turned it to face him. His lips crashed against hers and a myriad of moans passed between them as the chocolate and cherry were shoved deeper into the royal's mouth by Asta's tongue. Her legs clamped tightly around his tattooed arm as her walls collapsed around his fingers and her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her brain short-circuited and all thought aside from the immediate pleasures that were wracking through her body and mind were shut down or shut out. An unknown amount of time passed before they parted—long after the dessert was finished yet not before the princess's orgasm had been ridden out to completion.
When they did finally break away from one another, however, their foreheads rested against one another as both Bulls took heavy breaths in an attempt to stabilize their rapidly beating hearts. Their breath mingled and the peasant removed his fingers from Noelle's core. It was multiple minutes later before Asta spoke again.
“So, did you like your gift?”
Noelle didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the question or smack him for having the audacity to ask it in the first place, so she settled and pulled him in for another fiery kiss. This time she took care to return the favor of shoving her tongue down his throat in a futile attempt to regain some of the footing in their sexual dance.
“Yes,” she admitted,”but now I want more. So much more, Asta. More than you can give me tucked away in some restaurant corner.”
Her boyfriend perked up at her words and Noelle finally felt the faintest sense of victory roll over her as she watched his pupils dilate and his chest expand to take in a heavy breath. She pressed her chest against him and placed a shaky hand on his knee. Her lips pressed into his ear and she let out a slow breath.
“I want to make my master happy for such a wonderful gift, but I don’t know if I can here…maybe we should go?” Her inflection raised the suggestion into a question and left it in the hands of her manaless boyfriend. Just like he liked it. His hands tightened around her thighs and Noelle groaned at the feeling of her own wetness against her bare skin. Her pride would never let her admit how much she loved being degraded like this, but she knew that if she pushed his buttons enough Asta would get a confession out of her sooner or, if she were lucky, much, much later. And she fully intended to push every. Single. Button.
Asta’s hand fell into hers and tightly laced their fingers together. Noelle was all but hauled out of the seat and the royal had to use her free hand to hurriedly pull the edge of her dress back down into place as they rapidly exited the near-vacant restaurant. Stepping fully into the frigid November air, the two Black Bulls shared a gasp at the cold before Noelle retrieved her broom and Asta summoned his sword. The two mounted their respective rides.
“If you beat me back to the base, I’ve got another gift waiting for you, Noelle,” the ash-blond said as he loosened the tie of his shirt and adjusted the collar.
“Oh?” the water mage challenged, her chest already tightening at the prospect. “And what happens if you beat me, dork?”
She saw his jaw clench and his eyes darken at the name calling and had to suppress her smile. She was already on track to make this a long night.
“If I beat you, we might be going through more gifts than are appropriate for one birthday. Even a royal one like yours.”
Noelle’s heart thumped so hard against her chest it physically hurt.
“You sure? I think princesses deserve more gifts than anyone else on their birthday.”
“Maybe,” he conceded, “but slaves don’t.”
They finally let the smiles reach their lips as they sped off into the dark, winter night. Noelle was kind enough to give him a few seconds head start, but Asta didn’t need it.
He never did.