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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."

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.

He leaned forward and whispered her in ear. Guinevère closed her eyes and bit her lip at his tone,a nd the way the deep timber of his voice felt in her ear. Then, taking her by pure surprise he trusted into her! Her eyes flew wide as she went from empty to filled in a single moment! Her voice left her body in a surprise half gasp half groan of pleasure! It hurt but only in the best of ways and she wanted it more! "A---" She'd almost called his name, but just stopped herself!

Her shaking hands moved tot he hair behind him, but then ended up on his shoulders as she used him to support herself as she felt him trust again and again! Getting her self adjusted she began to lift up and push down on him with each trust he made. Falling into the rhythm of his pounding! Yes! They still had their clothes on, but it was a reminder of what this was! His lips at her neck only made the moment feel stronger and better!

Her fingers tightened over him. Her way? Yes her way! She wasn't sure what her way was, but if this was it then yes! She liked whatever this was. Their way? No! There was no their. No them. Her way then. She liked her way!

Yes, she had smiled. Yes for a moment she had allowed herself to feel. "So I care little--" he kept speaking, but her smile slipped at the reminder. No this was something she should enjoy. This wasn't something she could let down her guard for. She needed to keep her plan in play and escape. He cared little about her. She was a job. If he knew the depts of her desperation it would not be care that he gave--it would be ruthlessness. He'd watch her closer. Why else would be be in her room. Guards could watch the door, for there was no way in or out besides that. He was here to make sure she behaved. She took Helios' gift. That she stayed in place.

"So if you do in fact want something, just come and take it." He moved away, and his back was toward for a moment. She took the moment to take a deep breath, and let the persona of the powerful queen take over. No more smiles. Just her demands. Keep him at an arms length. Whomever made the first move would be conceding power. She could not afford to give him power over her--but nor could she afford to ruin this between them. She needed him naked, and without guards in place in order to escape. She would have to yield an inch, to take the mile.

Squaring her shoulders she walked over to stand before him. Lifting one knee to the side of the chair, before slowly swinging her leg over his so that knee was on the other side of his hips. Lowering herself to his lap she sat there looking down at him. "I intend to take everything I want tonight." She told him, meaning her freedom, as her fingers threaded in his hair and she pulled his head back while she leaned forward to take his mouth.

Guinevère might have been trying to annoy him, and from the sound of things it had worked, but not she was annoyed too. His words. A few days with him? He had almost kissed her, and it put this thought in her head. This unwelcome thought lingered there. A few days with the man that had made her feel alive. She had plans to escape, but he was right in that Helios would be gone for a few days. Another night to feel alive. It angered her that it tempted her. Yet she knew that she needed to escape tonight.

Let him think she'd said yes. She could take him in to her body, feel that aliveness until he slept and then disappeared. The room was set up where there was only one door, but you could not see the whole room from the door way. There was a pillar against the wall that would block view of him. AND block his view of the door. A test she decided to see if this would work. Gesturing toward it, "Stand there, and be unseen. Then be ready to undress. I will make use of your days." No use putting on his clothes, she would be demanding the remove them again very soon.

The knock came and she waited to see what he would do. Pull on his boots, or step back to make sure no one saw his state of undress. Once his choice was made, she turned to open the door half way. "A meal, for myself and jailer." The word slipped out, jailer not guard. The servant, a small tiny man nodded and told her it would be a half hour and he would return. Guinevère said nothing, letting him walk away. She stood there then, looking back at the pillar and waiting to see if he look right away with no voices. Testing to see how ling she would have if she made a run for it. IF she did this tomorrow, or tonight. If he was naked and she dressed. How long did that give her? Finally she shut the door, and leaned on it, untieing her robe so that when he finally did step out, he would not think too much on why it took so long; but instead be greeted with distraction.

Upon seeing him she spoke, "Tell me what you would do with these days?" What did he plan to do with her?

There was something else, in the back of her mind. Something she couldn't think on. He had given her a choice. Something she'd not had in three years. And the knowledge was heavy. A comforting wight, were as Helios was a chain.

Even after she asked him the silence lingered. Her fingers were so close to touching him. She suddenly wanted to be held. Wanted to feel safe. He'd felt so strong, that a little voice int he back of her head whispered that maybe he could protect her. Maybe--no. He was her husband's minion. A title she never called Helios' allowed. He would never be anything to her. "Arthur," He finally gave her a name, and she wished she didn't know it. She inhaled a shaken breath, and silently laid there, watching him rest his head on the bed. This was as much comfort, the closest thing to a friend she'd had since she'd heard the farmer's wife scream as Helios' men ran into her village.

He reached for his pants, and the moment was gone. Faded. Arthur. She watched him, still feeling a little raw emotionally from their . . . . what? Unlike with Helios it wasn't force. Yet it wasn't love making. What was their between?

Arthur moved over to take her wine and pour some. He looked at her with that arrogance smirk on his face, and even before he spoke she felt the heavy weight return. She knew he was about to say something she'd hate. "Are you really not curious as to what the gift is?" She blinked and her expression turn to one of stone. Turning from him she pulled the blanket around her, and stood up. She felt exposed and raw, and wanted away from him. She walked with her head high toward her changing screen, refusing to look at him.

Moving toward her changing screen, with so much bitterness in her voice, she told him again to burn it. "I want nothing to do with his gift. Burn it." She wanted nothing from Helios, and she knew the gifts were his way of trying to win her favor. Or for his mind, win back her favor since he thinks he once held it. "Then make yourself useful and fetch something to eat." The later was only meant to put him in his place, since his words had hurt. She wanted him to feel benith her.

Her thighs tightened over his head as he pushed her! "Yes," she breathed, needing him to keep going. She wasn't this vocal normally, but nor was the passion even there normally. There was nothing in her bed but fear, and a slow bitterness with Helios. Here, with this man, there was things she'd never known before. And these new and wonderful things made her speak with more ease.

When the orgasm hot her again, her body stiffened and a shiver moved up her spine. Both of her hands moved to fist in his hair, uncaring that she might hurt him or pull out some of his hair as the sharp waves of pleasure spiraled from his tongue and up through her body! She let out a deep body cleansing gasp for air, as her body turned to water and relaxed. She wasn't sure she could move or speak just yet. She couldn't even care that she was naked and displayed for him. Her fingers relaxed in his hair and she let them fall to her side as she just laid there for a moment, trying to pull herself back.

His lips touched her too softly, and her fingers threaded through his hair ready to tug him closer to demand more. However he kissed his way up. Up was the wrong direction! "Need something?" The arrogance of him. She opened her mouth to tell him stop talking, when his hand took hold of her! He moved too fast for fear to set in, before her back was to something firm. The headboard. Her eyes were a littler wider now, after being man handled to where he wanted her. His display of strength should frighten her, and in a small way it did. But in a large way is didn't, and the renewed wetness between her thighs was proof of that.

"Tell me what you want," She would not, especially while he was already doing some of what she wanted! His hand moving lower to begin again. Finally! The ache there was growing since his too soft kiss and she wanted his stronger fingers there! Something to ease the ache that had yet to truly go away. "Tell me what you need." His whispered voice made a shiver touch her spine as he . . . . pulled . . . . . . away . . . ..

Opening her eyes to look over at him, and stare--glare. She would not ask. She would ask nothing of a man like him, even if suddenly she was forgetting what he did, and seeing another side of him. One of pleasure rather then death. "Put your mouth to better use," She told him, staring at him. Though she couldn't stop herself from adding on, something she hadn't meant to to say. "I still ache for for your touch."

For a moment, their eyes held they were were other people. For a moment they were nicer people, who the world hadn't beat down yet. She could almost---He rolled away and said it had been fun. Perhaps she imagined it. No. This man was a killer, there was nothing there to be soft. Her body felt sore, and she wondered if she'd have bruises. Her body felt used, and it both felt good--and frightening. She needed to get his distracted for two reasons now. One for her escape, and two so she could take her herb--the last thing she needed was a baby. The herb would help make sure his seed didn't take.

She felt cold without the heat they'd just made. Moving to sit up, she kept her back to him, needing that extra time to make sure her face didn't hold the emotions she felt. It was like waking up after three years. "Don't bother with your pants, I'm not done with you yet." She said, trying to sound in command since that had angered him before. Besides, her body still hummed from his touch. She couldn't escape until tonight. She wanted to feel it again, once she recovered. She wanted to feel her heart beat hard, and his hands on her once more. Then tonight while he slept--she'd disappear from them all. Taking the memory of him with her.

Once her face was in control she pulled her hair over her shoulder to help shield herself from his gaze before standing and looking down at him in the bed. Her bed. Helios' wife's bed. The man must not have as much loyalty as she'd assumed before. "Tell me, when he ordered you to watch me. What words did he give you?" Because he'd just broken every order. And she was a little glad he did.