Chaennie Smuts [one - shots] ♡

Jennie's Duty

Jennie was the most oblivious person to the world around her , that anyone who served the Park royal family could have ever imagined. Chaeyoung knew it, and she adored her retainer and dear friend regardless of her problems paying attention to the outside world and her uncanny ability to end up caught in all manner of traps on a surprisingly and frighteningly constant basis. It was just something she overlooked in focusing instead on everything else she had to deal with, her own tunnel vision focus on training and her duties providing her plenty of other things to worry about.

So, when Jennie was more aware of something than Chaeyoung was, the princess knew that she had fucked up.

"How frustrated are you right now?" Jennie asked, sipping at her drink as she sat there in what was supposed to be sparring practice with her lord, but which had instead turned into watching the blonde do drills with her lance. As Chaeyoung stopped mid-swing to look in confusion at Jennie, the retainer motioned toward the lap of her princess. "Or am I just that pretty tonight?"

"You are always pretty" Chaeyoung thought, she looked down in her lap, recoiling in surprise as she noticed the tenting bulge in the loose pants she wore for training. There were many things Chaeyoung neglected for the sake of training and her own physical urges were fairly low on the list of priorities, all told. But it was catching up to her in ways she was more than a little dismayed by when she realized that, in the middle of a drill, her cock had begun to harden, not even really because she was doing anything to get it riled up, just because it was a stubborn and life-ruining thing that seemed to find the worst times to get worked up into a frenzy. "You can't possibly look where you're walking, but you notice that I have-- Jennie , have you been staring at my crotch?"

"That's not the point," Jennie said, rising to her feet and brushing off Chaeyoung's concerns. "You can't keep training like this." She walked toward Chaeyoung, eyes steady. "Let me help you. It's my duty as your retainer to make sure that you're taken care of."

Chaeyoung wanted to argue, wanted to insist that she was fine and that what she really needed was for Jennie to pick up her practice lance and get back to work, but as Jennie's hand fumbled at her thigh, she found herself groaning and shivering in all the ways that made it click for her that she was about as sexually frustrated as someone could physically be, and she found herself giving in to whatever Jennie had in mind for her. Backing up against the wall, she readied herself, giving a hurried, "Fine, okay. Do whatever you have to do, please," as she looked at her faithful retainer.

The brunette eased her way down to her knees, pulling at Chaeyoung's pants and getting them down as she watched the princess's rigid cock swing upward. Its size was problem enough, but the fact it was throbbing solely from the excitement of another seeing it, and dripping with pre-cum too, left Jennie certain that she had to do something to stop this. She took the matter quite literally into her own hands, grasping the aching cock and giving it a few quick pumps as she leaned in, tongue dragging along the shaft. She'd done this enough times before that she was confident in her approach and not the least bit shy about giving the princess a blowjob.

But conversely, there was nothing subtle about Jennie's touch in the process. Chaeyoung knew that well already, that the determination was a very brute force, forward sort, one that left her groaning as the tongue's quick, forceful licks and the rapid pumping of her hand brought on very immediate reactions. Not that Chaeyoung was sure she could have handled slower, of course. Not in this state, with her cock aching in the hand running steadily along it. She wasn't ready for patience, which perhaps made the fact it was Jennie down on her knees in front of her all the better; she wasn't capable of anything resembling finesse when it came to this. Just pure, straightforward effort.

Which amazed Chaeyoung nonetheless. Of all the things for Jennie to be able to focus on, it had to be this. Had to be sucking her cock. It was perplexing for the fact that she was so incapable of so much in life but then could throw all of her effort behind this. The rather lethargic and unfocused archer had turned into something else entirely as her lips wrapped around Chaeyoung's cock and she pressed forward, taking it into her mouth and moaning as she took it into her mouth and started to properly suck on it. "Ah, Jennie!" she gasped, not even sure when it had happened, but realizing that a hand was now in the brunette hair of her loyal retainer.