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