The Warlord's Wife

[Guinevère]

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.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

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He didn't fail to notice the way her body relaxed. How she rested her head back, closed her eyes . . . and even moved his hand with hers on her body. He smirked when she spoke of sitting on his lap, not having minded before . . . her teasing words adding to the mood that seemed to be created so easily between them. Only, the aggression behind it was starting to wane and Arthur knew once again, that they were heading into dangerous territory with the teases and taunts become almost, playful. With a lighter air to them.

His hand massage her breast, filling his palm with it as his other hand ran down her opposite side, both arms on either side of her now, as he turned his head so that his lips were pressed against her ear. "You'd have to get up then," he told her, a silent command in his voice. "To make room," he added on, nipping at her earlobe for a moment before continuing, giving her breast a squeeze as his other hand slid lower to her centre. "And then, let's see if we can't recreate the moment on the chair." Another tease, for that had been quite fun indeed. And clearly, the two of them intended to take advantage of the closed space for more than just a casual washing of their bodies.

[Guinevère]

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.

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The small moan that escaped from her made his expression remain, as did their current positions . . . and her just finally telling him to undress and join her. After letting his hands linger for only a few more moments, he then pulled them back and took a small step back so that he could undo his trousers, pulling them off, and then removing his shirt. The garments far too easy to shed himself of . . . considering how many times he had done so tonight. Though despite the frequency of it, it did not hinder the intensity of pleasure derived from their actions. Pleasure, that he knew would be had in the bath tub as well.

But, the fact that this was his first, had him savouring the moment, and forcing himself to hide his excitement. As she stood, making space for him, Arthur raised one foot and stepped inside, before his other joined it. The sensation of the warm water was unlike any other. He moved down, getting into a comfortable position as his arms casually spread along the rim of the tub, his elbows on either side of them. He let out a heavy breath indicating his relaxation. To have the warmth of the water soothe all his body at one time . . . it was glorious. His first bath, and it truly showed him what he had been missing. In his enjoyment of this new experience, he couldn't help but comment. "I almost forgot that you were there," he teased, looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to find a comfortable position with him. Or well, technically, on him.

[Guinevère]

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.

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Arthur was basking in the full enjoyment of these new sensations. Not only Guinevère, but the bath. Being partly submerged in the hot water that soothed every muscle and inch of his body that it touched. So this is what it felt like, to have such privileges. He watched her sink onto his lap, pressing her back against his chest and it only added to the warm sensation that coursed through them. This felt oddly, casually. Strangely domestic. But he knew that he could not delve deeper into it nor question it. He had no desire to spoil the mood. "I'm starting to remember . . . " He said teasingly, a smirk on his face though lighter than the ones that held more intense taunting.

He took in a slow inhalation of breath, her hips moving against his cock causing him to sit up a bit more, the gentle sloshing of the water until it stopped. Once again, he did not question it, for he knew that that would most certainly come later. Instead, she told him to clean her, since it was her bath and guided his hand to her breast. He scoffed, though did not protest. His hand that was now filled with her massaging her, while his other slid down to her leg, caressing his skin before moving to her inner thigh. His head tilted towards her neck, kissing along the bottom of it, trailing to her shoulder where he could reach from this angle. "Just my hands?" He teased, his hand on her inner thigh rubbing slowly stroking and rubbing the skin, knowing that his seed was stained upon her flesh.

[Guinevère]

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"

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Arthur didn't fail to read her body language. The way her hands moved towards him, the way she opened up her body. Things were shifting between them yet he had to keep reminding himself . . . this was how she was with all the others. And, he didn't even know how many there were, but there were indeed others. He had told himself he would not fall into her trap and he had, yet he would not be a complete victim unless he fully relinquished control of the situation. He was still of his own mind. Somewhat. Yet even still, even in his determination, the words were coming out with over thinking.

Another scoff of breath escaped him when she told him that he made the mess, and he would clean it; words following a nip of her neck which only made him return the favor, lightly nipping at her neck. The marks he left still prominent enough to be seen, despite her darker colored skin. "Do not expect me to do all the work," he told her in between kissed, his hand still upon her breast, giving it a squeeze, and his hands still between her legs, moving up and down in repeated motions. "As this is my first bath, I fully intend to relax, and soak in its pleasures." Another playful remark, teasingly dismissing the idea of 'working' in it. Though they both knew that such kind of work, brought pleasure to them.

[Guinevère]

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.

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Arthur felt her pause and start to shift herself so that she was facing him, rather than facing away. Her question then brought to his attention what he had said. What he had revealed. While it was easy to assume that he was from a less privileged background -- as many of those here were -- to reveal something, to share something about one's past, was too . . . personal. Arthur hadn't intended to but that was what had come out in the over eased circumstance of being far too relaxed. He needed to raise his guard again and not share too much.

Who knows what she could use against him. Though in this instance, she used it to tease him. Relieved for the distraction, he could play along with this. He needed to play along. "Inexperienced?" He repeated, teasing disapproval -- though not entirely -- and a slightly raised eyebrow and the word. "You think me, inexperienced?" He knew what she meant, but he played along by referring meaning to a more general sense. With her facing him, his hand fell between them, his thumb moving along her core without slipping inside. "What could you possibly teach me that I do not already know?" He asked, a taunting challenge in his voice for . . . he was intrigued. And it was easier to focus on the physical rather than any emotional conversation.

[Guinevère]

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.

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Teach him. The intrigue only grew at her words, and her next question caused that frequent expression to form -- or remain perhaps -- when she questioned the possibility of him being her first. A hypothetical, for she was not. "What if you were," he teased, toying with the idea though it wasn't entirely true.

"Would it please you to know that I was not with another?" He asked with the same taunting voice. Though, any further teasing was silenced when her lips found his, her hand falling to his cock as she began stroking him. Arthur sharply inhaled at the pleasure of her touch, his hands moving to rest on her thighs before one hand slid up her back. Coaxing her mouth open with his own, he deepened the kiss, body stirred with pleasure and need though he forced himself to remain composed . . . as well as he could in this moment anyway.

Biting her lip, he eased out of the kiss, slightly breathless and rested his forehead against hers. His hand on her leg slid closer to her core. "I need no instruction," he told her, fingers caressing the outer fold of her skin. "Only clarification." His lips kissed hers deeply once more before pulling apart, as his fingers toyed with the sensitive region. "As to whether you are wet from the bath, or from need." And with his words, slipped a finger inside of her, returning the favour of how her hand moved along him.

[Guinevère]

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.

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Arthur's hand moved with hers to her lips, his eyes locking with Guinevère's as she tasted him . . . or well, tasted herself. She shifted up and then sunk down onto him; into him. Arthur let out a heavy breath of pleasure, mixed with a groan as he settled comfortably into her. He paused for only a moment, basking in the shifted positions before he pushed his hips forward. The feeling of being inside of her, mixed with the soothing water created a new -- incredible -- sensation that he could only continue to bask in.

He pushed his hips forward again, the movement causing the water to slosh with their actions. He wrapped his arms around her body, his hands spanning against her back, before he thrust again, and again. He didn't fail to notice that she did not answer his questions, and that left him curious. But not enough to completely break the moment. Only to continue to tease. Moving his thrusts into a steady rhythm, he pressed his lips against her ear. "Does this feel like being with a man who has inexperience?" He asked her, somewhat rhetorically.

[Guinevère]

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?

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Arthur was learning her body, and while he knew he shouldn't -- or that he should at least use that to his advantage somehow, he instead only used this knowledge to further pleasure her. To learn what she liked, how she liked it, when she orgasmed. Arthur didn't know when the lines had blurred between using her against Helios, and simply . . . laying with her. As if this was their lives. As if neither held any ulterior motive. It was so easy to forget, especially in moments like these. Especially when she moaned his name. And he found himself enjoying the way she said it. He shouldn't. His name should not be of any relevance, yet in the pleasured way it escaped her, Arthur found himself dangerously longing to hear it again. And again. And again.

He could feel the wetness from her seep, able to tell the difference between the bath water and her liquid, and it only encouraged him to move deeper. Stronger. Not necessarily in the same frenzied way he had taken her on the bed and table. He should be doing it like that. He should continue to mark her, if only to remind himself why he was doing this all. But instead, his mind was hazed over with pleasure and need. And it spurred him on. Thrusting inside of her, against, and again, his hands holding her against him, his lips still pressed against her ear as breathy grunts emitted from it, and it was not long until his cock began to throb, indicating what was soon to come.

[Guinevère]

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!

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The tone and manner of her words were . . . different. They were not full of demand in reminder of rank within this place. Her words held more of a tone of . . . encouragement -- dare he say. But yes. That was what it sounded like. Words of encouragement, rather than demand or an order. It was unsettling, only because of the fact that he liked it. Her hand onh is cheek was another welcome touch, even though it shouldn't be. This was too . . . soft. Too casual. Too, sensual. The actions between them were meant to have that underlying tone of aggression; one that served as a reminder of who they were. Who they had become. But none of this registered in Arthur's mind.

He was far too focused on the feeling of her body trembling as she climaxed, and the way she now whispered against his ear before crying out . . . and then telling him to do it. That was enough to push him over the edge and he thrust only a couple more times before letting out a grunt of pleasure as he released himself deep inside of her, chest heaving and breath shortened from the vigor of their actions.

He continued to thrust, pumping his seed inside of her before he slowed to a halt. Leaning back against the wall of the tub, his hands still on her back, still around her as he moved her with him so not to break their positions. So not to break the contact. He just closed his eyes, basking in the euphoric bliss and knowing, that in this moment of pure ecstasy . . . he could be vulnerable to her. But even the thought in his mind, did not cause him to open his eyes. He was too, relaxed. Too, at ease. Too . . . serene.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère watched his face and she loved it! She shouldn't but seeing him react to their passions made her feel empowered that his strong man came undone while inside her! Why did he have to me here? Why did he have to be a killer--

Her heart jumped when she realized her thoughts. No. He was always this way. She couldn't pretend he was once a farmer who was trapped in this world like she was. He was someone who liked the killing and was good at it. Pretending and wishing otherwise was foolish. She waned to kiss him, to touch him, and bask in the bath with him. Instead she put her hands on the rim, and pushed up so she could stand. The feeling of him coming out of her made her feel empty. What if he had no experience? A wish. One she could not dwell on.

Cold, and silent she walked quickly away, unsettled. "Enjoy the bath then, since it's your first." She told him, reaching for the blanket. Helios' gift was there. A reminder. Helios would kill them. She needed to leave. Wrapping the blanket around her she turned to walk back to him and toss it in the water; and then moving to sit before the fire. There wasn't much room there, between the fire and the tub, but she could sit to let her hair dry. Her back to him, since she didn't want him to see her face.

Had he ever given a gift to a girl? Is that why he thought she should have it? "You serve the man, but take his wife?" SHe asked without looking at him. "So it is not loyalty that drives you. Is it power then? Or the coin?"

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While Arthur knew he should feel glad, relieved, that she got up before this dangerously calm moment lingered any further . . . but he wasn't. He didn't feel either of those things. Only the loss of her warmth. He nearly told her not to move but as she shifted and rose, his hands fell limply from her back, and retook their primarily position of spanning along the rim of the tub as he continued to rest his back against it. He dare no look at her as she moved around, knowing his gaze could betray this . . . persona he strove to feign. This, idea that he was to serve Helios. That he was nothing more than his warrior. That was all he could ever be . . . to her. The objective was to kill Helios, not create ties with his wife. Arthur closed his eyes taking a slow breath as if trying to let the water wash away any trace of humanity.

All that he had done, all that he had failed in doing . . . it made his inhumane. A man without honour. And without honour, he was nothing. But his eyes opened when he felt something hit the water. The gift. It was a necklace. He had seen the chain peeking out when he had first handed it to her. He then heard her question, even if she could perhaps not see him. His jaw clenched, trying to conceal any other physical sign of the way it made him stiffen. "What does it matter?" He asked in return, eyeing the package. What did it matter for all she knew, he would be dead when Helios returned and found out about what he had done. Wasn't that the whole point of this? Reaching for the package he tossed it out of the tub, towards her but not near her.

"I don't think the colour suits me," he joked, referring to whatever colour the stone within the pendant was. Realizing he couldn't just, sit in here for much longer, Arthur too rose to his feet, reaching for the nearby towel that had been brought up with the back and stepping out of the tub, quickly dried himself off, dying the towel around his waist to cover his lower region, before proceeding to gather the rest of his clothing. His answer had been laconic, and well, hadn't been an answer at all. "That was certainly a good first bath," he said, trying to bring the subject back to whatever physical release they had found in one another. Anything else seemed too, dangerous . . . including silence.