The Warlord's Wife

[Guinevère]

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!

Arthur Pendragon

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He knew he shouldn't care, but the sound of her crying out made him feel . . . pleased. And not because he was using all this to get back at Helios. But because, it was evidence of how he pleasured her. How he could make her come so hard. And there was something incredibly satisfying about that. Arthur did not bother delving deeper into these thoughts, for he was too consumed with finding his own release. What he had not expected, was for her hand to touch his already sensitive cock as it moved inside of her. The action caused him to sharply inhale at the new sensation, causing his head to draw back as if he needed the extra space to breathe from her touch. And . . . it felt, soft. Almost. Not the same aggressiveness that they had been using to battle each other in this display for dominance.

He was unsure if it was his mind overthinking, or just the foreign feeling of her hand upon him in such a way. But, for either option. It just spurred him on, his eyes closed as he basked in the touch and paused his thrusts for only a moment, before the need to reach his completion over powered him. It hand upon his length certainly finished the job, as one hand gripped her thigh, pushing into her only a couple more times before he exploded with a final thrust, and a breathy moan of pleasure to go along with it. His head fell back against the chair, chest heaving, eyes closed and yet . . . he still wanted her hand upon him, as it was. As if to encourage it, his own hand went to hers where he pulled out from her core, and moved encouraged the movement of her hand along his length, letting out heavy exhalations of breath as he lazily basked in the euphoric aftermath.

[Guinevère]

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.

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He felt her lean forward until their heads touched, her hand still upon him . . . her words causing his eyes to open so that he could look at her. She, wanted him in her mouth? While he showed no outward sign of it, the words surprised him. To know that she wanted to give him pleasure without seeking her own. Though, he supposed that was what he had done earlier . . . the motivations behind them becoming less black and white. There were starting to be areas of grey that Arthur wasn't sure they should explore.

Yet, in her words, had he not just come, he was fairly certain his cock would have twitched with intrigue. Not to mention her expression, as it was the closest he had ever seen to her smile. The knock at the door broke the moment, as she moved to stand up, and Arthur couldn't help but comment. "Next time?" He asked a bit teasingly, tucking himself back in his trousers and lacing them. "What makes you so certain that there will be one?" It was clear he was teasing her. The agreement over enjoying the next few days with each other had already been made. Leaving his hair dishevelled, he adjusted his shirt and stood casually by the table, as if he hadn't just taken the warlord's wife in the chair that stood before it.

[Guinevère]

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.

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His hair. Why did she care? She was undoubtedly going to tell Helios anyway, and the subject inevitably would be broached once he saw the markings on her. So, why did she tell him to fix himself? To make it less obvious? Arthur however, found himself complying, quickly running his fingers through it, though he still didn't quite understand. What would a servant report? To whom would he even report to? Helios was not here. Everything would unfold when the Warlord returned, and Arthur would be prepared for it.

He watched the man set the food down and quickly leave, glancing briefly at Guinevère as she took her meal to sit in front of the fire. Perhaps distance between them was good right now. So instead, he sat on the chair and ate his meal at the table. He was well aware that this distance was necessary and yet . . . this was also strangely domestic. Granted, he never thought this would be his life. He always imagined when in a room with a woman, it would be his wife. Sharing a meal, curling up before the fireplace. But these notions were long gone. Ever since Helios raided his village. So, why did he even care that she was sitting so far? He shouldn't. He wouldn't. So he just ate his meal, quietly, not daring to say anything about their positions.

[Guinevère]

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."

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The silence was broken with a question that Arthur hadn't been expecting at all. He had to pause to determine if it was actually said, and that his mind wasn't concocting it. She asked him what he was before Helios found him and . . . the question was not so easily answered. He had been a man before. A man with honour, one who was happy. And now . . . well, her next statement summed it up fairly well. He was a man who killed. Not because he enjoyed it but because he was so consumed with the need for revenge. The need to kill the man who had taken everything from him.

So yes, on the one hand, he did it to get close to Helios but not because he wished to serve him. Quite the opposite in fact. Though, Arthur wasn't sure how to answer the question. He was so distracted by it, that he hadn't even noticed her approach . . . and only when he felt the wet liquid upon his trousers, did he finally react. He quickly rose to his feet in an instinctive reaction, hearing her speak of how he had to take them off. He looked at her, an expression of disbelief upon his features.

"How convenient," he retorted, making it clear that he didn't believe that this was an accident. In his former life, he never would have been so bold. What what morals and values did he have left now? What conscience remained? What, shame did he actually have? Arthur moved to unlace his trousers, as if unphased by the idea of doing so. Yet deep down, he knew that this was not who he used to be. It was merely, who he had come. "What a waste of wine," he added on, stepping out of his pants, leaving his shirt to cover him just enough.

If nothing else, he was relieved for the distraction to deter the conversation from what she had voiced. Yet, could not help but think whether she asked out of genuine curiosity . . . or the need to distract him. If it was the latter, she had most certainly succeeded. Yet that meant she had also distracted him from a distraction. He wondered what she was playing at. "The stain of wine is as difficult to remove as the scent of it," he stated, suggesting that he rinse himself off as it had leaked through his pants onto his skin. "If not treated promptly," he added on, with a smirk and suggestive tone.

[Guinevère]

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.

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Arthur only hoped the scent would fade by morning and even if not . . . well, he was just going to have to make do. The fact that she was so, indifferent about it shouldn't surprise him. She had after all intentionally spilled it on him to begin with. He just suppressed a heavy breath and put his pants on the back of the chair in hopes to let it dry. She then made further commands . . . telling him to lift his shirt so that she could watch him.

Instead, he folded his arms across his chest in defiance. "Ladie's first," he said, motioning with his head towards her robe that still concealed her. "Did I not tell you to take what you want?" He told her. If she wanted to watch him . . . then she should take him. Simple as that. For in his stubbornness, he was not going to remove his shirt. Well, not yet anyway. "Besides, I don't think there is a great deal to watch as of yet," he added on teasingly, referencing the fact that she was covered and presuming she wanted to watch him grow hard for her.

[Guinevère]

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.

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He almost rolled his eyes at her teasing, speaking of how his pants could be washed with a thing called water. "You don't say," he replied sarcastically, though if he was being honest . . . he quite like the humour in it. The almost, innocent tease . . . far more innocent than their former ones. The mention of the bath he found to be particularly intriguing. He had never had a bath in a tub before. He was not from wealth or privilege. But . . . he wasn't about to reveal that. The sudden intrigue he felt over the thought of a bath. In a tub. "Hmm," he said pensively, as if thinking it over. The conversation was not done but as she approached him, and started to lift his shirt, he finished the task, lifting the rest and setting it down on the chair, not taking his eyes off of her as she moved back.

Teasingly removing the belt but not the gown. Instead of asking for it, he approached her, taking his own words in taking what he wanted . . . rather than vocalizing it. He moved to stand directly in front of her, cocking his head to the side as his hands went to the openings of her gown, sliding them off. Slowly. Almost, too slowly. "Or I can just take what I want," he said in teasingly, pulling it down and letting it fall to her feet. Why did this feel too slow? Too . . . sensual? This was not how it was meant to be between them, yet suddenly, Arthur could think of nothing to hasten the moment. Cupping her chin with his hand he titled her head up, lowering his own as if to close the distance . . . but paused, that smirk reforming.

"Get me a bath," he said, a demand in his voice mixed with a tease. "A nice--" His hand began to slide down her side. "Hot." The same hand cupping her breast for a moment, massaging it in his palm. "Wet." His hand moved lower still, sliding down her stomach to her core, his hand over it and giving it a bit of a squeeze. Leaning forward more and more, their lips brushed against one another. "Bath." That, was as nicely as he would ask for one.

[Guinevère]

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?"

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Ask her nicely. Taking words from his own tongue, and it made him draw his head back to smirk at her. "Glad to see I'm rubbing off on you," he told her teasingly, as she suggested ordering his own bath. Speaking of how she already had one. "You don't wish to get, more wet?" He told her, hand still on her centre, fingers trailing along the outer folds of her skin without inserting them. The thought of her not bathing though, only meant that the scent of sex would still be upon them.

If only it would last long enough for Helios to return. And yet . . . the sudden thought of being in the water with her, was annoyingly intriguing. Irritatingly tempting. "Order a bath," he said again, his finger nearly slipping inside of her yet withdrew before fully doing so. He was not going to ask as nicely as she perhaps wanted him to. Moving his hand behind her, he pulled her close to him, chests pressed against one another. Part of him didn't think that she was actually going to, so the very notion of it was fun to tease. "There is every need for one," he added on in a low voice; a suggestive tone while leaning forward, capturing her lips against his own.

[Guinevère]

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.

Nearly.

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.

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Order his own. How, typical of her to say that. To dangle the offer should he ask nicely only to tell him to order it himself. The banter was less aggressive now and more . . . playful. And Arthur knew that he shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But alas, he was. The thought that they would still have a few more days of this also made him . . . eager for what was to come. He shouldn't be. For he knew the moment Helios returned, it would all be over. He knew that this, was surely part of her games where she toyed with men. And yet . . . despite all that knowledge, he was still enjoying himself.

"Well, perhaps that needs to be changed then," he told her, taking it as a challenge that she was not nearly dirty enough for a bath. "Or is it because you like the scent of me upon your body," he added on with arrogant teasing. But in telling him what he was doing wouldn't work, it only made him more determined. She told him she had what she wanted and her hand took hold of his cock, starting to stroke it. Arthur heavily inhaled, forcing his eyes to remain open though he could feel his cock awakening once more. So easily hardening under her touch. And, he wouldn't let her win that easily.

With his hands around her, he swiftly moved her to sit on the edge of the table. Uncaring if food was there or if it was knocked over in the abrupt motion. He moved her legs apart and stood between them, the tip of his cock pressed against her core without fully entrance. "You already have what you want?" He taunted. "So you need nothing else?" He further stated, hips slightly moving forward to slip only the head of his length inside of her, before pulling it out in teasing action. Moving forward, he spoke against her lips. "Nothing at all?" He teased, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth.

[Guinevère]

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.

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He sharply inhaled as she returned the gesture, biting him back and sucking his lip. The pleasure far outweighing any pain of it. Though, he had to admit that he was indeed surprised by her admittance. Saying that she liked the smell of him on her skin. Not failing to nice, how she pulled him closer to her. But Arthur decided to have some more fun with this. Fun. That was what it was all becoming. Actions not weighted by circumstance or the harsh reality of their lives. But suddenly, it was feeling like a form of escapism from it all . . . and this mindset, was a dangerous one to have.

He pressed his hips against hers, this time allowing a little more of his length to slide inside of her heat, remaining there for a few moments before fully withdrawing, as if he was not done talking. The action was enough to make him heavily breathe out, his body aching for her but somehow, the teasing of the moment gave him enough composure -- for now. Returning his attentions to her neck, he kissed along it, dragging his lips against her skin. "What else do you like?" He questioned, his cock brushed up against her centre still without full entrance.

[Guinevère]

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!

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She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. The action causing him to heavily exhale, mixed with a groan of pleasure. Because . . . this time, she had pulled him in. Engulfed by her heat was indeed a glorious feeling, but he was not quick to give in. Despite how much he ached for her. And how he longed for nothing more than to bring them over the edge, yet again. It seemed that the two of them had quite the stamina, and Arthur was eager to see how long they could keep it up for. After all, they had days for this. But thought fled his mind when she told him she liked it when he made her come. A smirk of victory, following by her demand to make him come. That, was less of a victory. And even though he was still inside of her, he wasn't going to just succumb to her demand.

With her falling back onto the table, he looked down at her, taking in the side of her perfect form. "Ask--" He thrust inside of her. "Me--" Another strong thrust. Fingers pressing into her thighs. "Nicely." A third, enough to slightly shift the table without moving it completely. Voice nearly breathless, he ceased his thrusts and half pulled out of her, as if to indicate he would stop unless she did so. Though, he wasn't sure how long his own body could withstand such teasing. Almost immediately following the action, he lowered the upper half of his body, lips returning to her breast where he latched onto it, sucking it hungrily as his fingers pressed into her thighs.