The Warlord's Wife

[Guinevère]

"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!

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

He could feel the way her body reacted, yet it was her defiance verbalized that had him pause. Nearly smirk, had he not occupied his mouth against her body. He wasn't certain whether she was telling him not to withdraw or bluntly answering him by saying she would not ask nicely. Either way, he was not about to let it go. He unlatched his lips from her breast, kissing along the plains between her mounds before working his way up the front of her neck. "Are you sure?" He asked against her skin, his tip rubbing against her slick core.

"Is your stubbornness stronger than your desire for pleasure?" He further teased her. His hands went to her legs, unhooking them from around his waist and positioning them so that her feet were against the edge of the table. He pushed his hips forward, barley entering her, wondering how long he himself could keep his up before he came, whether it was inside of her or not. Aligning his head over hers he kissed her vigorously, before freeing her lips should she choose to speak. "Will you not ask for what you want?"

[Guinevère]

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!"

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

When breaking the kiss and looking down at Guinevère, he could have sworn that he saw her eyes glisten with . . . dare he think, tears. The intensity of their actions clearly having an effect. The tone of her voice more intense than ever before. That, was good enough for him. Because he knew that they were both too stubborn to give in to asking nicely. It was her change in tone, at least the difference compared to the last several times they had done this . . . that convinced him. Maybe, that was as nice as she could ask.

He lowered his head, his cheek against hers as he breathed against her skin. He thrust his hips forward, this time fully entering her, a breathy grunt at the sensation of finally being fully engulfed by her. He thrust against, and again, this time making it clear that he had no intention of stopping until he was done. Until they were done. His hand fell to her hip, moving her along with him to meet each thrust, keeping himself steady on his feet though he could have sworn the table was shifting from the vigor of their actions. Arthur bit down into her shoulder, this time not with the intention of marking her, but to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape him as he drew closer and closer.

[Guinevère]

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!

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

His reaction would be belated, that he knew. For when he heard her cry out his name . . . he didn't think of it as a victory. He didn't think of how it would be so satisfying for Helios to know that she cried out his name while laying with her. He didn't think of anything else . . . other than how much he enjoyed hearing her say his name in such a way. Was it the first time she had said his name? It sounded so foreign upon her lips, and yet, in the uncontrolled height of pleasure . . . she had said it.

And he found himself wanting her to say it again, and again. He couldn't explain it, nor was his mind coherent enough to try. It only spurred him on, thrusting faster and faster into her before she cried out again, feeling her explode as he did the same with a sound of pleasure that he didn't even bother controlling anymore. He nestled his face in the crook of her neck as he thrust into her a few more times, spilling his seed, riding out the last waves, enjoying every single aspect of this moment.

Until his hips relaxed, though, he did not yet withdraw from her. His breathing was heavy, the hair on his forehead a little dampened with sweat. His chest heaved against hers, and with his face nestled in the crook of her neck, he thought that she too had beads of sweat upon her skin. That would explain the drop of something that touched his skin after trailing down hers. But when he drew his head back to look up, he saw the trail it left. A tear. And in that moment, Arthur didn't know what to feel. He didn't know that he could feel. But he did. Something. Something inexplicable, and perhaps it was best to leave it undefined. But there was no words of tease upon his lips. No taunt. No sarcastic remark.

With his cock still comfortably inside of her, his hands still upon her body and his face mere inches apart from her, his guard was once again lowered. And he knew that softness resurfaced, just as it had on the bed. He should pulled away from her. He should pull out of her and dress himself. He should say something arrogant and break the moment. But no words entered his mind. This was a dangerous game he was playing. Her game. But even still, he could not step out of it. So instead, he continued to embrace it. Lowered his head, he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss as if to let all the vigorous intensity of their actions pour into it; let the pleasure of the aftermath seep into the embrace as he just kissed her.

[Guinevère]

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."

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur wasn't sure what was happening. He only knew that in the midst of everything . . . he suddenly felt this odd comfort with the way she softly brushed back his hair. The way she belatedly opened his eyes after he had kissed her. The -- dare he say -- seemingly soft moment that they had. He had to remind himself though: he was not special. She surely did this with more than just him. And yet, there was something strangely . . . sincere. She was good. Very good. But even in this knowledge, he could not ignore the deep, gut feeling that there was something there. Perhaps naive. Certainly foolish. This was not who they were meant to be, and still, he let the moment linger. Grateful for when she broke the silence, telling him that he made her dirty, and that she would need a bath.

Yes. Talking was good. Talking would avoid the held gaze, and intense silence between them. Talking would bring back to mind who they were, why they were here and . . . how this was just a fleeting moment felt. He was not special, and Arthur needed to stop being so damn naive in thinking otherwise. Instead, the softness faded, and the amused smirk reappeared. But instead of arguing, he merely leaned forward, tilting his head to the side.

"You have crumbs in your hair." From her back being pressed against the table, and rather amused with that, he began to lift the upper half of his body so that he was standing straight once more, pulling himself out of her. He moved for his pants -- which still had wine on it, and held them up, shaking his head teasingly as he recalled what she had done. "Call for a bath then," he told her, starting to pull on his pants as he knew a servant would need to enter to draw one up for her. "Though you may not remain clean for long," he stated suggestively, teasing and yet having a feeling that they were not quite done for the night.

[Guinevère]

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.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur laced up his trousers and pulled his shirt on as she summoned the servants. He took notice of the fact that she piled the plates . . . noticing that was not the typical behaviour of the wife of a warlord. One who held some authority, one who had servants to work for her. Yet, she piled the plates together. He wondered if it was because she wanted the servants gone . . . though, the action seemed so, natural for her to do. He remained silent on the subject. Asking anything could cause the conversation to get too, personal.

For he still had not answered her earlier question of what he was before Helios brought him here . . . the revelation at risk of coming out considering this would be his first time in a bathtub. He suppressed the, intrigue in this and the smirk remained in place. "Should I feel honoured?" He asked sarcastically, making it clear he did not. He doubted he was the only man she had shared a bath with. "This is the very least you could do considering how you've dampened me with other things." As if she owed him this, since she had soaked him with the wine and liquid evidence of her enjoyment over their actions.

[Guinevère]

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.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Honour. A touchy subject for Arthur, but he had after all been the one to bring up the word. "As would I," he said quietly, in agreement to her words of it being a surprise that a man like him could feel honour. For, a man like him had no honour. He knew that. Honour was lost the moment he vowed to avenge his mother. He broke out of such thoughts when she told him to stop being annoying, or that the opportunity for a bath would be lost. Arthur was about to retort when a knock at the door came and the servant entered, the former blacksmith deciding to remain silent on the subject with another presence in the room.

She ordered them to bring up a bath, and stating that they didn't need to collect it until morning. Well, as if he had any doubts before, that certainly set them all to rest. When he left, the door remained open and . . . Arthur was actually quite looking forward to seeing a bath and potentially being inside of one. "You are rather keen to be undisturbed this night," Arthur said teasingly, aware that the door was open and that any passerby could hear such conversation. Not that he held any need to keep it secret. Helios would learn from his wife soon enough.

[Guinevère]

"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.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur was glad for the change of subject; nothing too deep to threatening to open up the conversation to something more, emotional. It was far easier to tease and taunt than question and think. "I knew that in keeping watch, little sleep is involved." Helios was rather concerned with someone keeping watch over his wife. Arthur wondered if it was for the very reasons that he was enjoying doing so: because Helios was wary of her laying with another man.

Arthur took another step towards her, that same smirk playing on his features, an expression he knew the importance of keeping in place. "I just did not realize that this would be why," he told her. As she stated she was going to be taking her time, he knew that it meant they would use the night to their full advantage. Which, suited him just fine. This was what he was tasked with . . . and he was enjoying it in more ways than he had initially thought possible. How far he had come: from wanting to kill to her to now, laying with her. And about to emerge in a bath with her. For the first time.

[Guinevère]

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?

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur did not fail to notice the close proximity they were standing at and, while it was not the first time -- nor the closest they were standing together, he was incredibly aware of it. Perhaps it had something to do with that last kiss, but he refused to let his mind dwell on it. It just made him hyper aware of their current positions. Of, her. "Compliment?" He questioned as if the word was foreign to him in this context. He leaned forward teasingly, his expression unwavering.

"I'm not sure you have earned any of those yet." Another tease. For, he was rather enjoying himself when with her. The pleasure derived from their actions was . . . exhileratingg. "Perhaps that will change by morning." His voice holding an underlying challenge to it. He leaned forward again, as if to kiss her, but paused, still aware that the door was open but perhaps that was what added the thrill to this all. Not that he held fear of getting caught. "But I won't hold my breath," he added on in a lowered voice, just barley above a whisper.

[Guinevère]

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?"

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur watched as she stepped away, his smirk remaining for . . . it felt like a small victory. Her caution in others knowing about what they did behind closed doors. Why should she care though? Once Helios returned she would tell him and all this caution would be for nothing. But he didn't question it. Instead, he watched with hidden fascination as they filled the bath, watching the steam from the water emit from the deep tub. Yes. This certainly something royals and nobles were accustomed to. They had been used to a bowl and a cloth for bathing. This was something entirely different, yet he did not want to give too much away. He saw her walk out and silently watched as she undressed, and seated herself seductively on the edge of the bathtub.

Arthur's eyes lingered over her, tilting his head to the side while the same look held in his eyes. He remained quiet, as if mulling it over until finally answering her latter question. "Not yet," he teased her, as she questioned whether he had a compliment for her yet. "But the night is young. You may yet earn one," he playfully consoled, as he started walking over to where she sat. Truth was, he did find her beautiful, that was not difficult to notice. But, there seemed to be so much more to her that utterly intrigued him. He however would not bring voice to that. It would contradict his taunting remarks far too much. Once standing in front of where she sat, Arthur reached for the cloth on the chair. "Ladies' first," he said, motioning with his hand for her to get in.

[Guinevère]

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."

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
Note: Better layout coming soon!

for the love

OF CAMELOT

Arthur watched as she moved with ease into the tub, trying to conceal his fascination of it. Though it was easy enough to get distracted with the way she moved in, and positioned herself within it as seductively as she had on the edge. Clearly, making an image for Arthur's eyes to behold. He knew he had to say something, and not be in awe at the sight, so he just began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, until they were right above his elbows. He then lowered himself to crouch next to her, his elbows casually resting on the rim of the tub.

"Well, that's a shame," he said, playing along with her clearly teasing remark. He reached one hand in the tub, stating at her stomach and starting to slowly glide his hand up to her breast. "To think of all the fun we could have had," as if he was lamenting on a lost opportunity, though he knew that sooner or later, he would indeed be joining her within the tub. And that thought, excited him. It was exciting enough to think of what they could do in the tub . . . but the fact that it would be Arthur's first time in one, just further excited him.