"Ask--" He trusted into her and her head fell back as she gasped and attempted to find something to hold on it. Her breast bounced with each one of his thrust, and it made her her aware of what was happening, as the table moved! "Me--" YES! This thrust came with the pressure of his fingers digging ito her skin! Her hand came to hold his wrist, taking hold of it as if it would hold her here while be thrusted inside of her! "Nicely." This time he pulled back, "NO!" She moaned, a demand but just barely! No, don't pull out! She didn't mean it as if she would not ask him but in a way it answered both.
Her legs tightened around his hips as she tried to hold him into her. Her breathing was coming quickly, the ache so strong right now she couldn't think of anything else! She wanted to ask--and she bit her lip to refuse to do it! Pride, was a damning thing she knew, but if she gave him that there would be nothing else to have. She would not give in. He kissed her breast and she arched into his mouth! Yes, she liked that too!
He pushed more into her and she gasped, feeling the small win her words gave her! Yet he still held back! She need him in her and filling her and trusting inside of her! She needed him to . . she needed him in a way. And that would not do! He asked her what else she liked and she turned her face from him, looking down at their hips as a way of escaping the moment, moaning under his attentions to her neck.
Taking what she wanted . . . she wrapped her legs around his hips and tightened them, pulling him into her! Sighing she let herself fall back on the table, seeing his lips from her! It was too good! She already had come to craze his touch! Her hands came up to brush her hair back as her body shivered around his cock! "I like it when you make me come," she told him though this admittance was less personal then her last! She would not open herself to him. He'd take what he wanted enough! She'd give no more if she could! "Make me come!" She demanded, her voice breathless and full of need. Yet still not asking!
Feeling him grow hard under her hand was like winning this round for her! Even if he won the next one, she would hold on to this part! It felt like winning! She nearly smiled as he gripped her hips, her eyes going wide as he put her ont he table and she nearly sat in a plate! The win glass knocking to the floor from his movement! Pulling her legs apart he pushed almost in! Her eyes closed as she stretched her legs open to welcome him---and he pulled back! Opening them she realized he did in deed win the next around! Yet the war was not won by either!
He'd asked her something a moment ago, and there was a way she could try to finish this game without loosing, but it would mean giving a little somewhere else. Taking the risk, she let him kiss her, and bit her lip! She moaned from the feeling of his mouth and from how empty her body was without him! Looking into his eyes she played her hand, "Yes," she told him, tilting her face to bit him back and to suck his lip into her mouth. "I like the smell of you on my skin." She told him, while she pulled his hips closer to him, in a silent demand that he finish what he started.
Guinevère's breathing was coming slightly quicker, and when he pulled her int his chest the feeling of her best flat aginst his hard chest made her gasp slightly. It felt good to be touched so, and she wanted more of it. Helios' touch had never made her feel like this. His touch had kept her dry and wishing it over. With Arthur she had been wet since the moment he kissed her--and that thought nearly made her pull from his arms.
The banter and teasing was too fun. She was having fun, as small as it was, for the first time in three years. "I am not nearly dirty enough to need a bath. Order your own," she told him again, her eyes closing as she ignored her order, for her to order him a bath. Her mind knew it should not keep comparing the man to the war lord, but she couldn't help but to feel the difference--even when they both told her to do things, Helios demanded obedience, while Arthur enjoyed the banter. One man sought power. One sought pleasure.
She whimpered slightly from his teasing touch, but knew she'd not give in without him asking. "I know what your doing, and it wont work." She told him, "So tease me or take me . . . . I already have what I wanted." And then that she reached for him, sliding her hand down his cock to cup the heavy skin below it. Brushing her nails over the skin she began stroking him.
Guinevère watched him walk closer, and pull her robe down. The way to moved over her, and the way he looked at her skin . . . it was too much. Too slow, too good, to well done! She wanted more of it, and she wanted to do stop! She wanted to tell him not to be nice to her--but that would tell him too much.
Thankfully, his arrogance returned. He would take what he wanted. Take was what he kept telling her to do, and that was what he did. What all the men here did. Though his touch was a distraction from that! She had to force her eyes not to close, and to keep even with him. She wanted to close them and bask in the feeling of his fingers on her breast, and body!
Get him a bath? Her brows rose and her lips tilted just slightly in the smallest of smiles--because this was almost fun. "Ask. Me. Nicely." She told him, "Or order your own bath." Her tone held that same amusement as his did sometimes, something she'd picked up in only hours around him. "I had one already this day, and am still quite clean . . . and even a little hot, and wet already. What need have I of a bath?"
Guinevère watched him as he refused to lift his shirt. She almost smiled, but didn't quite. "Your pants can be washed," She reminded him since he seemed a little put out. "That might be a forgin idea to you, but there is this thing called water." Which gave her another idea. "If you ask nicely, I will even order a bath and make sure you get clean." The idea of him wet and in a bath was so tempting.
Stepping closer she reached forward for his shirt and lifted it up, knowing he'd have to lift it the rest of the way. She just assumed he would since she was undressing him. Once he was naked, she moved to lean back on the table and watch him. Her fingers toying with her belt.
Unbelting it, Guinevère let it hang there, not open but ready to part at any moment. She again thought of what he might have been before this. She wanted to know so badly, that she almost didn't dare speak. Almost. "Ask me nicely." She wanted him to ask so she could do what she wanted. But she wouldn't move with out him asking. He'd made the challenge, and she'd not conced.
The fact that Arthur didn't answer her questions disappointed her, and that disappointment angered her. She wanted to know more, but she didn't want to want to know more. He stood up and began unlacing his trousers, and Guinevère leaned her hip ont he table to watch him do it. She wished his shirt would move out of the way, she wanted to see him again. Perhaps watch it change and grow.
He spoke of the strain and scent, and looked at his trousers, before back at his face. "Then you will walk around and smell of elderberries." She told him, "And they will think you a drunkard." She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to give it to him. She had made one promise that she would not break. If he wanted her mouth on his cock, he'd ask for it.
She folded her arms and watched him, tilting her head to the side. "Lift your shirt." She told him, her eyes watching him. "I want to watch you," grow, get hard, get ready for her.
Her plan to make him speak first was annoying frustrating when he did not in fact speak first--or at all. For a man who said so much normally, when eating he said very little! Guinevère didn't look away from the fire, but she did become hyper aware of every sound that came from behind her--what little sounds there were.
She wondered about his life before here. What sort of man he was before Helios showed him how to kill so effortlessly. He didn't look like a farmer. Did he have a wife? She was another's man's wife so it seemed petty to care--yet she did. Helios wasn't her husband in her heart so---NO! Arthur wasn't anything to her! It mattered little!
She stayed there y the fire. Trying to think about her plan. Remember the plan! He was still dressed. She didn't want to risk anything. Best to begin talking and see where he was of mood to take this. That way she could keep his guard down. "What were you, before Helios found you?" She asked, having not planned to ask that at all. Seeming to change her mind she added on. "You must enjoy the killing to move so close to him so quickly." Again, something she hadn't planned to say.
Before he could speak she stood, lifting her plate that wasn't compleatly eaten and walking to sit it on the table. She didn't want him to answer either now, but taking ti back said more about her then him. So instead she distracted him--poorly. Reaching forward she pushed the wine closer to him and let it fall over, covering his trousers. "Oops," she whispered, "Now you have to take them off."
What made her sure? Guinevère paused and looked back over at him, her face slightly annoyed but not angry in the least. She'd offered and he's mocked, even it was teasing. She'd make him eat these words later! She paused a bit longer waiting for him to lance up. "Your hair," she demanded, knowing it looked like he'd just been ridden by . . . well, but her. Then she wondered why she cared--she'd be gone by morning. Yet . . . he wouldn't. Helios might kill him, but he might not. She realized too late to stop the words that it had been a small gesture to keep Helios from knowing--for his sake. That wasn't promising but she would be gone before it became a problem.
Not bothering to see if he did anything about it, she turned to tighten her robe and and open the door. The servant, the same tiny man as before, succeed in and set the tray on the table. He didn't linger here. No one ever did for fear of Helios. Guinevère knew he was here to save his life too, even if they've never spoke about it. So as he left she thanked him, and closed the door behind him.
Keeping her belt tight on her robe, she walked over to the table and took her tray. Ignoring him, after his 'next time' comment, she walked over to the fire and set before it to eat, stretching out on her side. She wasn't angry at the comment, but she wasn't sure how reply to it. Teasing him felt too much. Best to ignore it? Let him speak first and direct this to where it went. For her, things were becoming muddled.
And she deiced, his cock would not go near her mouth without him asking now. Just to make her point. THAT thought nearly made her smile as she looked into the fire.
He finished inside her again, and Guinevère enjoyed the feeling of warmth that exposed there. She could feel him spreading inside her and filling her up! His seed. Groaning once more she stilled as he pulled out of her and then to her surprised held her hand to his softening cock. Though not quite soft yet. His hand kept hers there, so she let her fingers trail up over him and feel his length, and how girth.
Her neck felt sore from his mouth, and later that might worry her. Yet right now it felt wonderful! She leaned forward and rested her head on his, looking down at her hand on his cock. She had heard of such things, but never thought to want it--of taking it into her mouth. Yet the idea of making him feel what he had made her feel when he'd put her on the bed was tempting. Looking up at him, she found her lips almost twitching into the smirk that he wore often. "I want you in my mouth next time." She told him, just as a knock sounded at the door.
It was seem that their meal was here. Pity, she wanted to see his face as he came. She gave him a squeeze and a hard pull, before standing and pulling her robe back around her. She'd give him a moment before going to the door.
Guinevère was going to come all over his cock and with each bit on her neck he pushed her closer. Her body trembled as they kept trusting together! His rough handling of her made her body tighten and slow, even while his trusts did not! Falling out of their rhythm, she felt her legs and then body shake before tightening and clenching around him. Her wetness grew and she cried out!
She knew the servant would be back any moment, and the idea that they could be caught should have made her want this over quickly. Yet it did not! Instead it made her want to make him tremble like she was! It made her want to know how to make a man desperate like he made her! She had never learned to please Helios--never wanted too! Yet the idea of Arthur under her, and desperate for her touch was a wonderful thought! She wanted it! Knowing that men cocks were tender she reached between then and let her fingers circle the base of him as he trusted in her. Touching him for the first time--and oh! He felt bigger then he looked!
He leaned forward and whispered her in ear. Guinevère closed her eyes and bit her lip at his tone,a nd the way the deep timber of his voice felt in her ear. Then, taking her by pure surprise he trusted into her! Her eyes flew wide as she went from empty to filled in a single moment! Her voice left her body in a surprise half gasp half groan of pleasure! It hurt but only in the best of ways and she wanted it more! "A---" She'd almost called his name, but just stopped herself!
Her shaking hands moved tot he hair behind him, but then ended up on his shoulders as she used him to support herself as she felt him trust again and again! Getting her self adjusted she began to lift up and push down on him with each trust he made. Falling into the rhythm of his pounding! Yes! They still had their clothes on, but it was a reminder of what this was! His lips at her neck only made the moment feel stronger and better!
Her fingers tightened over him. Her way? Yes her way! She wasn't sure what her way was, but if this was it then yes! She liked whatever this was. Their way? No! There was no their. No them. Her way then. She liked her way!
She felt his legs shifted and push the table back. The heavy wooden table. Any time he did that; gave subtle display of his strength she liked it. His hand moved to her back, and she pressed her front closer to him. Her hips rocked over the hardness that she could feel in his trousers. He was big there. He'd asked once if Helios filled her like that and the answer was no. He'd stretched her and filled her as no other.
The reminder of it reminded her that she needed to take her herb to assure no child grew from this. The risk of being locked here forever was too great with a child. Even if she escaped tonight, she wouldn't be able to go as far while growing a babe. She wanted children when it was safe for children. Not before.
He moved to take her robe, and she pulled back, pulling her lip from his teeth, and running her tongue over the place he left on her. Looking down she unlaced his trousers, letting him spring free. Her muscles tightened at the sight of his hard cock. Knowing how well it filled her. Pulling his hand from her to keep her robe on, she looked into his eyes as she spoke. While her tone was humorous, she didn't smile nor smirk. "Ask nicely," she threw this words back at him, humor in her tone.
Yes, she had smiled. Yes for a moment she had allowed herself to feel. "So I care little--" he kept speaking, but her smile slipped at the reminder. No this was something she should enjoy. This wasn't something she could let down her guard for. She needed to keep her plan in play and escape. He cared little about her. She was a job. If he knew the depts of her desperation it would not be care that he gave--it would be ruthlessness. He'd watch her closer. Why else would be be in her room. Guards could watch the door, for there was no way in or out besides that. He was here to make sure she behaved. She took Helios' gift. That she stayed in place.
"So if you do in fact want something, just come and take it." He moved away, and his back was toward for a moment. She took the moment to take a deep breath, and let the persona of the powerful queen take over. No more smiles. Just her demands. Keep him at an arms length. Whomever made the first move would be conceding power. She could not afford to give him power over her--but nor could she afford to ruin this between them. She needed him naked, and without guards in place in order to escape. She would have to yield an inch, to take the mile.
Squaring her shoulders she walked over to stand before him. Lifting one knee to the side of the chair, before slowly swinging her leg over his so that knee was on the other side of his hips. Lowering herself to his lap she sat there looking down at him. "I intend to take everything I want tonight." She told him, meaning her freedom, as her fingers threaded in his hair and she pulled his head back while she leaned forward to take his mouth.
"Do you greet all servants in such a state of undress?" Distraction worked. Her plan would work! The knowledge that she could escape tonight made her smile, and she didn't often smile. "I thought you weren't a servant," she returned, not picking up on his insult. She assumed he knew this wasn't her normal, and that she was letting down her guard--which was why he was letting down his. "I did not think it was like you to ask, but rather, simply make demands," She'd asked? No, she had been careful in her words for she would not ask him to do anything.
"I believe I asked what you would do with these days. I wasn't asking you to do anything. I will ask no man for anything." They already took too much. Took her home. Took her innocence. Took her baby. Took her happiness. Took her body. No. She'd ask for nothing. "I was inquiring what you would do, if I allowed it." In the relem of Helios' world--she was queen here in a way. While she often ordered servants to bring her bath and bring her food--she'd never ordered his men. Howeever she still had that power in a way. One she'd give up for freedom without needing to even hear someone ask the question.
He leaned there and she pressed her palms against the door. "You have half an hour before the food arrives." She was inviting him over, without asking. "Undress. I want to watch you. And then come to me." She doubted he'd do it, but she still liked the way he reacted when she got bossy. Giving her what she wanted while taking it his way. It made her egar to see how he'd react now.
Guinevère might have been trying to annoy him, and from the sound of things it had worked, but not she was annoyed too. His words. A few days with him? He had almost kissed her, and it put this thought in her head. This unwelcome thought lingered there. A few days with the man that had made her feel alive. She had plans to escape, but he was right in that Helios would be gone for a few days. Another night to feel alive. It angered her that it tempted her. Yet she knew that she needed to escape tonight.
Let him think she'd said yes. She could take him in to her body, feel that aliveness until he slept and then disappeared. The room was set up where there was only one door, but you could not see the whole room from the door way. There was a pillar against the wall that would block view of him. AND block his view of the door. A test she decided to see if this would work. Gesturing toward it, "Stand there, and be unseen. Then be ready to undress. I will make use of your days." No use putting on his clothes, she would be demanding the remove them again very soon.
The knock came and she waited to see what he would do. Pull on his boots, or step back to make sure no one saw his state of undress. Once his choice was made, she turned to open the door half way. "A meal, for myself and jailer." The word slipped out, jailer not guard. The servant, a small tiny man nodded and told her it would be a half hour and he would return. Guinevère said nothing, letting him walk away. She stood there then, looking back at the pillar and waiting to see if he look right away with no voices. Testing to see how ling she would have if she made a run for it. IF she did this tomorrow, or tonight. If he was naked and she dressed. How long did that give her? Finally she shut the door, and leaned on it, untieing her robe so that when he finally did step out, he would not think too much on why it took so long; but instead be greeted with distraction.
Upon seeing him she spoke, "Tell me what you would do with these days?" What did he plan to do with her?
There was something else, in the back of her mind. Something she couldn't think on. He had given her a choice. Something she'd not had in three years. And the knowledge was heavy. A comforting wight, were as Helios was a chain.
Guinevère heard his reply that he had enough to eat, and was thankful he couldn't see her face. Here, behind the screen she didn't have to be so strong. She opened her wardrobe and looked around in it wanting something to to cover herself. She picked a robe that belted. It covered more then the clothes that Helios' picked out for her. Right now she needed covering. She didn't want to give him a show. His voice came to her again, as she heard him tell her that he wasn't her servant.
Walking out she paused, taking in the sight of him laying back in her chair, resting his head back in a lazy manner. Was his guard dropping? He wore only his trousers and the sight of him made her belly tighten. Maybe t was her guard dropping. She could ply him with wine, and let him sleep the night away. Walking slowly forward she took the cup for his hands and drank from it, before filling it and setting it before him. Let him drink it. She hadn't handed it too him, for that would be too telling but she had made it easier for him to drink.
Her eyes trailed over his naked chest, and for a moment she was tempted to climb in his lap. Yet she didn't. The bed had complicated this, and she wasn't how she felt as of yet. "And yet, you served we well in my bed." She quipped back to his earlier comment. Turning from him with her own smirk the was about to walk toward the bed to put the blanket back but there, on her bed was the gift. HE'D put it there. She stood there for a moment before turning away from the bed and moving to pull the cord knowing the servants would come. Come and find him half naked in her room. Let him scramble about with that. Since she'd pulled it before, he'd know what she'd done.
Even after she asked him the silence lingered. Her fingers were so close to touching him. She suddenly wanted to be held. Wanted to feel safe. He'd felt so strong, that a little voice int he back of her head whispered that maybe he could protect her. Maybe--no. He was her husband's minion. A title she never called Helios' allowed. He would never be anything to her. "Arthur," He finally gave her a name, and she wished she didn't know it. She inhaled a shaken breath, and silently laid there, watching him rest his head on the bed. This was as much comfort, the closest thing to a friend she'd had since she'd heard the farmer's wife scream as Helios' men ran into her village.
He reached for his pants, and the moment was gone. Faded. Arthur. She watched him, still feeling a little raw emotionally from their . . . . what? Unlike with Helios it wasn't force. Yet it wasn't love making. What was their between?
Arthur moved over to take her wine and pour some. He looked at her with that arrogance smirk on his face, and even before he spoke she felt the heavy weight return. She knew he was about to say something she'd hate. "Are you really not curious as to what the gift is?" She blinked and her expression turn to one of stone. Turning from him she pulled the blanket around her, and stood up. She felt exposed and raw, and wanted away from him. She walked with her head high toward her changing screen, refusing to look at him.
Moving toward her changing screen, with so much bitterness in her voice, she told him again to burn it. "I want nothing to do with his gift. Burn it." She wanted nothing from Helios, and she knew the gifts were his way of trying to win her favor. Or for his mind, win back her favor since he thinks he once held it. "Then make yourself useful and fetch something to eat." The later was only meant to put him in his place, since his words had hurt. She wanted him to feel benith her.
He moved away from her, and sat on the floor looking around the room. Guinevère watched the back of his head, pulling her legs up on the the bed to curl slightly. She was grateful for the watched moment to stare at the back of his golden head. Without him looking at her. Her fingers reached out, and almost touched him, almost ran through his locks in a comforting gesture--but she stopped herself. This wasn't who they were. They were not soft. He was a warrior. He might not have sought out this life, but he'd embraced it. Became good at the killing and did it well enough to gain favor. She was the wife of a war lord who was locked away from the world. This wasn't a fairy tale. She wasn't a princess waiting for a prince or knight to ride in and save her.
"Do you have a name to go with all that arrogance?" She asked, her words meant to sound like everything else she had spoken to him. Instead they were almost whispered, more quietly filling the space that needed to stay between them. She hadn't wanted to know his name. She knew he'd die soon enough--but she also wanted to know it. Wanted to be able to think on him as something besides 'the man'. The man who had awakened her from sleeping after so long.
Her thighs tightened over his head as he pushed her! "Yes," she breathed, needing him to keep going. She wasn't this vocal normally, but nor was the passion even there normally. There was nothing in her bed but fear, and a slow bitterness with Helios. Here, with this man, there was things she'd never known before. And these new and wonderful things made her speak with more ease.
When the orgasm hot her again, her body stiffened and a shiver moved up her spine. Both of her hands moved to fist in his hair, uncaring that she might hurt him or pull out some of his hair as the sharp waves of pleasure spiraled from his tongue and up through her body! She let out a deep body cleansing gasp for air, as her body turned to water and relaxed. She wasn't sure she could move or speak just yet. She couldn't even care that she was naked and displayed for him. Her fingers relaxed in his hair and she let them fall to her side as she just laid there for a moment, trying to pull herself back.
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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