Guinevère was going to come and she knew it. She could feel his cock hitting inside of her and it made her breath hitch each time she felt it. Yes! Yes! Yes! There! Her fingers grabbed onto his shoulders, and held tight as he forced his way deeper inside her! "Do it!" She whispered, in his ear. It didn't take long before his touch and his thrusting made her whole body tighten and shake around her! She cried out as she could not longer thrust agisnt him, but only feel and ride the waves of pleasure that hit her!
Gasping under his touch she was grateful the water was still warm to fight off the cooling from the aftermath! She blinked up at him while she still felt the waves coming! She wanted to watch his face! She wanted to see his face when he came! She wanted that memory and for some reason that was more important then just feeling! Then anything else in this moment! Her fingers touched his cheek, as she tightened her body around him, and pushed against him. "Do it!" She whispered, wanting to watch him!
If Guinevère was the type to say such explicates words that the coarse men here say, this would be the moment that many fell from her lips! It was intense, and with her already being sore his pounding only made it worse--and that only made it better! Water pushed out in waves, leaving a sound of it hitting the stone under the bath happen with each thrust he gave her! There was no sign that she'd ever had for this to be normal! For this intense pleasure to be normal between two people! Yet she knew it needed to be.
Se moaned his name, "Arthur," while her hands grasped for purchase needing something hold her into this moment. Then this words came, and if the feel of his large hands covering her small back was not enough to make her grow even wetter; his words caused her whole body to tighten around him and a small pre-orgasm quiver rack through her. "Does this feel like being with a man who has inexperience?" She groaned from his words, and let kept moving her hips with his, meeting each thrust of his with her own! She withered on his lap as she felt this need to feel her body climax again.
This play should never have been started! It should have been something she never began. It awoke more then her passion! It made her wonder things and hate things! Because his arms were like bands of steel around her, and she wanted to know what he was. Had been a thief? Worked in the mines? His questions brought more . . . . was there someone in his other life?! Was there something who he did this with often? Where was she now? Why did that annoy her?
He'd never had a bath before. The thought echoed in her even as he touched her, and teased her with his words and fingers. Would it please her to known he'd never been with another? The answer didn't come clear, and she knew if she thought about it it would not give her any more clarity. It should have been a no. An easy no. A resounding and firm, almost laughable NO. Yet there was something fluttering in her belly at his question and suggested her own answer would not be as simple as a yes or a no.
Who were you? Her hands stroked his cock as he kissed her and but her mind wouldn't settled into the distraction as easy. Yet, she knew one way to help make sure that her mind didn't work. His forehead on her's and she lightly kissed his lips before blinking up at him, and moving his cock to her entrance, knowing his fingers kept himself from entering. Reaching down she removed his fingers and moved his fingers up to her lips to taste them as she pushed down over his lap, letting his cock slide into her. "Which do I feel?" She answered, her hands moving to his strong shoulders.
Shoulders that did not belong to a farmer. Ones that did not belong to a man who would tend sheep. Strong ones. She rose up and lowered herself slowly, moving her face to kiss him again--silencing her questions.
What had he been before Helios? What had he been before the darkness touched his heart and he'd became this killing man who did it for . . . what? Coin? POwer? What made him go from whatever he had been to Helios' prized killer? She wasn't sure he wanted to know but the idea was there now. Locked in her mind and she was trying and trying to push it out. She was trapped here, and look what she had become. She had once been this smiling and happy girl, full of hope . . .
What had he been? She wanted to know so badly that she had to force herself to not say anything.
"This is your first bath, I apparently need to teach you how to use it." She told him, reaching below the water to touch his belly, and walk her fingers up and down it. "What if I was your first woman?" She knew she wasn't, he knew too much of how to please her, and just which ways to touch a woman. He had had other women . . . and she wasn't all together sure that idea sat well with her. To know that not only had there be some before her, but there would be others after her--if Helios didn't kill him.
Leaning forward she kissed his lips, and het her hand move to 'clean' his cock by cupping and stroking it up and down.
Guinevère froze at his words for a moment, before reaching her hands to the bath's edge to pull herself up, and turn to look at him. His first bath? She'd forgotten for a moment that Helios took most of his men from the small unmissed villages in the kingdoms. Places not many knew about even. Places that it would take weeks for someone to notice was missing. That him Arthur could have been once like . . . like the people from her own village before he was seduced into this killing and glamour.
"Your first bath?" She asked, a slow smiling spreading on her lips. "I what your saying is that I have an inexperienced man in my bath? And he needs to be taught the way of things?" Her words held a double meaning, a slightly twisted game to be played if he was willing. Her words were meant to cover her unease at the reminder that he could have once been a normal person, and not a killer. Killers should could leave behind. Killers she wouldn't miss---a normal man who was equally trapped in this world . . .
No. He rose too quickly int he ranks. He liked it. He was here for it. She could not forget it.
His large hand covered her breast, and she lifted her hands up to rest them over her head, and on his shoulders, thus opening her whole body to his touch. Her head leaned tot he side to give him more space to trail her lips over her skin. Again. and Again? And again? Was this how it was when you were willing? When you wanted to be someone? She'd spent so long thinking being with a man was nothing special, and even uncomfortable. In the space of a few hours she felt more awareness and alive then she'd had in years.
Her other hand was on her leg, and she parted them, so that her knees were on the outside of his knees. She wanted to ask if this was how it was between men and women--but she knew asking such a question would give up her power. And she was not willing to let the tables turn. He already held too much power over her with the way his touch make her ache at just the light skim of it. "Just your hands." She told him, not wanting the cloth between the heat of his hands and her skin. Tilting her face toward him she nipped at his skin of his neck. "You made the mess with your body, you can clean the mess with your body"
Guinevère watched him undress and stand there to step into the water. She smiled as he seemed to enjoy settling down on his own and the warmth of the water! She knew that for many baths were rare for the men here, and she wondered if this was his first he joined Helios.
Smiling down at him, she raised her eyes brows when he spoke to her, before turning her back to him and lowering her self down so her back rested on his chest. She sighed as she put her head back on his shoulder. Guinevère settled, before speaking, "Forget me now?" She asked as she moved her hips in a slow motion to tease his cock. Though since she wanted to enjoy the bath she rested her hips rather then keep teasing him. "Since you are in my bath, you should use her hands and wash me." She teased, and told him in the same moment, reaching for his hand to bring it to her breast.
His hands moved over her skin and Guinevère's head feel back agingst him as he whispered--did he mean for her to stand? Then he best stop touching her! Because she doubted she could stand while she was being pleasured by this deep voice, and stronger hands! She'd never been taken more by a man's physical self then his emotionally self--and liking Arthur's body while knowing he was a killer made her feel a little shallow. Yet right now it also made her feel good, and wonderful! She let out a soft moan from his touch, enjoy it too much to stand.
Guinevère took a lloonngg moment to enjoy his touch, making no move to move from his touch, to the point she knew he would say something if she didn't move! And for some reason, she didn't want something breaking this moment of peace before she left him here. She wanted this one last memory. Something to think back on while she ran. "Undress, and join me then." She finally said, and even she was surprised how at ease this felt--if she planned to stay around then this would be bad. Yet it was only a few more hours. What harm could come from it? Forcing herself to stand, she made room for him.
She watched him roll up his sleeves and her eyes lingered on the thick muscles that rested there. His hand under the water and moving to her breast was wonderful! She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the bath while letting him touch her fill. It never once slipped into her mind that she'd never closed her eyes around another man here. Not like this. Not with her guard so down. It just happened.
His words made her lips tilt into the smallest of smiles. "I like the sound of having fun." She encouraged him to continue. Sliding her legs a little apart to tease him she looked back at him. "I might be willing the share a bath, if your idea sounds fun." She told him, clearly already willing to share, but she waited to see what he wanted. "I still say the bath is only meant for one. I am not sure how much fun two could have. I'd have to sit on your lap." She almost did smile then, at her own teasing.
Her hand covered his, encouraging one of his larger palms to move over her breast like she wanted it too. "You didn't seem to mind before." She reminded him.
Guinevère watched him as she walked forward. She tilted her head to look up at him. Ladies first? She was no lady. Yet didn't correct him because she had other things she wanted. Him. Her freedom. Standing she looked back at the bath. It wasn't large but she could fit. If he planned to join her then she would need to sit on his lap. It was the only wayshe could imagine they's both fit.
Yet, she was not in the mood to refuse, so instead she reached her hand out to use his bicep to balance herself before lifting one leg (and realizing she was growing sore from all their . . . . touching) and then the other to step into the warm water. She still had his seed drying on her thighs, but she knew the water would take care of that. Easing into the water she relaxed against the side, lifting her legs to prop one, and then other on the opposite wall. Her fingers pulled her hair from the water and draped it over the side.
Her first bath she'd ever used had come the night that Helios first taken her from the village. He'd allowed her to clean and change, before asking her to dine with him. It should have been a reminder of that night, but oddly baths (especially ones when he was away) had become her comfort. Her safe place. The warm water washing away what she needed it too. "Oh dear," she said with a tease, clearly not meaning it, "It appears there is not room for two."
Guinevère, well Queen Guinevère, smiled to herself as she walked down the hall and out the main door of the citadel. "Sir Gwaine," she greeted with a smile, as she walked down the steps to meet him. She was excited to today, for it had been an age since she'd spent any time with Gwaine. He had been a friend from before either of them were nobles, and now that they were both nobles she was thankful that she could still call him friend.
Their first meeting had bee such a pleasant memory, and he never failed to make Camelot come alive when he was around. It would see that today was perfect since she both got to breakfast with her husband, and walk with Gwaine around the towns. Her brother even had stopped by just to see her this morning! She loved her men! She had yet to see Merlin or Percival but knew she would. "Are we ready?" She asked with a bright and warm smile.
Reaching for his arm she took her, not out of any romantic affection, but still love. Gwaine, Percival, Merlin and especially Elyan were the men she loved as Brothers.
Camelot had seen many great battles recently. She'd seen monarchs fighting for power. Magic and dragons. She'd seen siblings fighting for power with one tearing the kingdom part for power, while the other tried to save it. It had seen both kings and queens fall. Yet though it all the kingdom stood tall, with it's white towers and bright flags a symbol to all around it . . .
Only, Guinevère didn't know what that symbol was supposed to be any longer. With Uther, it was might. Morgana, it was power. Arthur it was hope! . . . . She didn't know what she was supposed to bring to the kingdom. How did she decide the fate and lives of so many? Alone.
Guinevère had been queen for a handful of years now, and she was used to the weight that came with the crown; yet at the some time she knew she'd never be used too it. She was the daughter of a blacksmith. Arthur had lived and trained his whole life to lead--she'd not. The fear of doing something wrong, and the people suffering for it felt unbearable.
Today was harder then most recently. Arthur had been . . . been gone for a few weeks now, and she'd held hope that maybe he'd left her with a child. Yet this morning she'd awoken to learn that he hadn't. They'd tried for years, but it seemed it was not meant for them. The loss of the idea, so soon after the loss of her husband, left her feeling raw and hurting all over again. Touching Arthur's ring, both her wedding band and the royal seal ring, she tried to draw strength from them, but today it didn't seem to be working.
Walking out of the citadel she tried to keep the sadness at bay long enough to see to things. She could cry again when she was done. "Sir Gwaine," she greeted with a soft, but warm smile. He always managed to help cheer her up a little. "Are we ready?" She asked, knowing that today they would be going to check on some local merchants to make sure a recent storm hadn't taken out too many building. He was also supposed to update her on training some new men who sought to be knights. It was hard to see Gwaine in these formal roles, but she was proud of how he seemed to naturally take to them. Without loosing his charm.
Not earned one? He leaned forward, and her face turned to look at the door and then to him. They were so close to getting caught and she found she liked the risk. The trill of knowing someone could come in at any second--but even knowing she was leaving she couldn't break 3 years of habits, and she stepped back. "I wish you would," she teased, and her tone was clearly a tease. If he did hold his breath, then she could walk out of here easier.
Moving away from him she moved to walk behind there changing screen, and used the time to pull out her nightgown. Pausing to look behind her she also pulled out something to wear for tonight's escape. She didn't have a lot to keep her warm but she'd steal some of his to both cover her and keep her warm. The thrill of getting caught now wasn't as fun, but she put the clothes under her nightgown just in case. She could hear the bath being carried in and buckets from various men filling it. She'd wait for the sound of the door before coming out. Not hiding, but not wanting to be around SO many men while in only her robe.
After the door shut she walked out, carrying a drying cloth with her. She dipped her fingers in the water--it was hot. Dropping her robe to the ground she kicked it to the side, before sitting the drying cloth on the chair near by. Turning she sat on the edge and looked at him. Her hair falling around her, and the fire light behind her, she hoped it make a pretty picture--wait! No! She didn't care if he found her pretty! "Are you holding your breath?" She asked, "Or do you have a complement for me now?"
Keeping watch. Is that what Helios told him he would be doing? The words annoyed her, but not from his doing. Jailer. Guard. It mattered little what they called it. She was trapped her no matter the title of the meant hey gave. But no longer. Tonight! It ended tonight!
"Is this a complaint you are voicing," She asked as she looked up at him--and for the first time she realized how much bigger he really was then her. She'd known he was taller and stronger; but looking up at him while he was close made her realize how much taller, how much wider his shoulders were. He might not look it in first glance, but Arthur's body was lean and powerful. And standing here she was struck by the thought that he had to have been something besides a farmer or baker before Helios found him. There was a silent strength to him that should terrify her (and perhaps might have if he was trying to hurt her) but instead she found it pleasing. Though apart of the pleasing was the slight fear that he could, IF he wanted too. "Or a complement?"
It also occurred to her, that she'd told him to be nicer, and now he was. She'd won that round. Even if she'd lost the one before. The knowledge that unlike Helios, he was willing to barter and concead without the demand she yield to him; was something she clung too. Helios would have saw her demand as defiance, Arthur saw it as . . . . what? Banter? A challenge?
"As would I," As would he? Guinevère hadn't expected that he would reply to her taunt in such a way. He was agreeing he had no honor? There was something there that made her linger over it for a moment. Did it bother him that he had no honor? Did he not enjoy the killing? Was he only doing this to stay alive? She stared at him for a long moment after the servant was gone, trying to figure out if she was thinking too much on it or if there was something there. He was sleeping with another's man's wife. Then again, she should be seen as sleeping outside her marriage.
It mattered little. She'd not be around to learn more. So she let his later words change the topic. "You are rather keen to be undisturbed this night," She knew the door was open, but she also knew that not many walked these halls. Helios kept her away from his men. There might be the guard walking the halls, but she doubted it. Stepping toward him, but keeping a arm's distance, she looked up at him. "I plan to take my time." She teased, her tone slightly lighter then before. "If you must watch everything i do, I will at least make use of you." Another tease.
Guinevère had never before slept with someone not Helios. This was unplanned, and surprisingly not unwelcome. She liked that for once she was making a choice. That Arthur's had even given her one. She like that for once she felt passion and pleasure in her bed . . . . and on her table . . . and now in her bath.
Should he feel honored? Guinevère blinked and looked up, not sure where that had came from. Yet, it smarted in a way, twisted at her. "I'd be surprised if a man like you could feel honor." She told him, her tone bringing that wall back up. He killed his neighbors and fought for the war lord who killed innocents. He was sleeping with another's man's wife! He was keeping her prisoner for that same war lord!
His words shouldn't have the power to hurt her. "Now stop being annoying, or your only bath will be the one your hand gives you." She told him, just as the knock came to the door. Turning she opened it quickly, and in walked the tiny man. She left the door open and moved toward the bed while he gathered the dishes--though she paused at seeing the box there. Helios' gift.
Turning she made way to the fire. "Send up some of the men with the bath." She told the tiny man, her tone softer then how she'd spoken to Arthur. She knew she'd had one this morning. "You need not plan to collect it until morning." She didn't look at Arthur until the man left, leaving the door open so the others could bring the bath up.
Guinevère still felt unsettled, but she forced her voice to sound as calm as she could; even as she ran her fingers in her hair to try t remove the crumbs. He'd taken her on the table--atop the food. That should anger her, should make her feel used--but instead it was a . . . . good. She'd liked it. Wanted it. "Surely a bath will fix that," she teased back, trying not sound too friendly. The fact that they were not fighting each other made this whole thing feel more . . . well more.
She stood up and let her eyes look at his body, before bending for her robe. Once he was on her shoulders, she walked over to gently pull the rope to summon the servant. She took in a shaken breath, and moved back to the table. She pulled the plates onto the tray so they could be carried out.
She could feel his seed slipping down her leg as she moved, and it made her both ache, and become hyper away of her need for her herbs. She glanced to the place she hid them but wouldn't make a move to get it just yet. She would tonight before she left. Even if it was all she took with her.
This thing between them should be stopped, but as she thought before--she rather take the memories with her. "The tub is not so big, but . . . since I did soak your trousers as well as your cock, I suppose I'll let you join me." Her tone wasn't the power filled one as before; but not quite a tease. She was trying to put up her walls, while still welcome him to her bed--or to her bath.
She tried to catch her breath as her body quivered in little shakes from the aftermath of her orgasm! She could feel him pumping his seed in her and event he warmth from that made her head spin! Her fingers let go of his skin, and slowly the blood rushing through her body slowed enough for her mind to think in words more then feelings! Her breathing was labored and she could feel their sweat coating their bodies! Now she did need a bath! That would please him . . . .
She didn't think on that long on it, as he pulled back to look down at her, and she should have felt exposed with as raw as she felt in this moment, but the only thing she could feel was this . . . was him. This feeling that she dared not give name to. He looked at her for a moment, before he lowered his head to kiss her. It wasn't a kiss meant for power, or pleasure while he was in her. This kiss was a kiss. A real kiss. A kiss meant only for the pleasure of kissing!
She gasped slightly from the kiss, and her eyes closed as she tasted him. Her hands moved up his back as the kiss began to linger. When he did pull away she stayed there for a moment, her eyes closed as she just breathed, before blinking up at him. Her whole world felt tilted. She should say something, anything. Ruin the moment. Instead she reached up and brushed his hair back, before her hand lowered to rest on his shoulder. The moment lingered and and finally spoke in a soft voice, that was silently unsettled. "Now you've got me dirty." She said, her tone shaken and almost a whisper. "Now I need a bath."
He gave her what she 'asked' for! With his strong thrust in and with how everything was already build up she tossed her head back and cried out his name as he finally began taking her! "Arthur!" It wasn't something she thought about or had control over! It was his name, and hiw body and she needed him to use it! And oh! Use it he did!
She was so close already from his teasing that she knew it would take nothing to push her over the edge! She was already shaking with need! Already quivering under his touch! Already tightening around him as she grew wetter and wetter under each thrust! Her hands fisted in his skin at his side, and when he bit her shoulder she jerked under him, coming harder then she'd had in her life! Crying out, with her head tossed back as the world stopped spinning and yet spun faster!
It was too much, and she felt a tear slip out as she came around his cock! Yes! This was what she wanted! This was no longer about winning but need!
He unhooked her legs so that she could not hold him in and Guinevère whimpered from the feeling of him pulling out! She knew he was teasing, but she also knew he'd never understand. He held the power in this place, even if it had been her home for three years, and his three weeks. Even if he died tomorrow, he'd have more power here then she did. She'd been taken over and over, and she'd not ask them for anything!
She refused to speak, even as the need to have him in her made her eyes water! She kissed him, taking his mouth and silently praying he'd end this evil game! Guinevère's whimpers though the kissed grew more persistent. Breaking the kiss for air, she looked down at their hips, rather then at his face. "Take me!" She demanded, this time her tone a cry, it could even be mistaken for a need. "End this, or take me!"
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
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