The fact that Arthur didn't answer her questions disappointed her, and that disappointment angered her. She wanted to know more, but she didn't want to want to know more. He stood up and began unlacing his trousers, and Guinevère leaned her hip ont he table to watch him do it. She wished his shirt would move out of the way, she wanted to see him again. Perhaps watch it change and grow.
He spoke of the strain and scent, and looked at his trousers, before back at his face. "Then you will walk around and smell of elderberries." She told him, "And they will think you a drunkard." She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to give it to him. She had made one promise that she would not break. If he wanted her mouth on his cock, he'd ask for it.
She folded her arms and watched him, tilting her head to the side. "Lift your shirt." She told him, her eyes watching him. "I want to watch you," grow, get hard, get ready for her.
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."
What made her sure? Guinevère paused and looked back over at him, her face slightly annoyed but not angry in the least. She'd offered and he's mocked, even it was teasing. She'd make him eat these words later! She paused a bit longer waiting for him to lance up. "Your hair," she demanded, knowing it looked like he'd just been ridden by . . . well, but her. Then she wondered why she cared--she'd be gone by morning. Yet . . . he wouldn't. Helios might kill him, but he might not. She realized too late to stop the words that it had been a small gesture to keep Helios from knowing--for his sake. That wasn't promising but she would be gone before it became a problem.
Not bothering to see if he did anything about it, she turned to tighten her robe and and open the door. The servant, the same tiny man as before, succeed in and set the tray on the table. He didn't linger here. No one ever did for fear of Helios. Guinevère knew he was here to save his life too, even if they've never spoke about it. So as he left she thanked him, and closed the door behind him.
Keeping her belt tight on her robe, she walked over to the table and took her tray. Ignoring him, after his 'next time' comment, she walked over to the fire and set before it to eat, stretching out on her side. She wasn't angry at the comment, but she wasn't sure how reply to it. Teasing him felt too much. Best to ignore it? Let him speak first and direct this to where it went. For her, things were becoming muddled.
And she deiced, his cock would not go near her mouth without him asking now. Just to make her point. THAT thought nearly made her smile as she looked into the fire.
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.
Guinevère was going to come all over his cock and with each bit on her neck he pushed her closer. Her body trembled as they kept trusting together! His rough handling of her made her body tighten and slow, even while his trusts did not! Falling out of their rhythm, she felt her legs and then body shake before tightening and clenching around him. Her wetness grew and she cried out!
She knew the servant would be back any moment, and the idea that they could be caught should have made her want this over quickly. Yet it did not! Instead it made her want to make him tremble like she was! It made her want to know how to make a man desperate like he made her! She had never learned to please Helios--never wanted too! Yet the idea of Arthur under her, and desperate for her touch was a wonderful thought! She wanted it! Knowing that men cocks were tender she reached between then and let her fingers circle the base of him as he trusted in her. Touching him for the first time--and oh! He felt bigger then he looked!
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!
She felt his legs shifted and push the table back. The heavy wooden table. Any time he did that; gave subtle display of his strength she liked it. His hand moved to her back, and she pressed her front closer to him. Her hips rocked over the hardness that she could feel in his trousers. He was big there. He'd asked once if Helios filled her like that and the answer was no. He'd stretched her and filled her as no other.
The reminder of it reminded her that she needed to take her herb to assure no child grew from this. The risk of being locked here forever was too great with a child. Even if she escaped tonight, she wouldn't be able to go as far while growing a babe. She wanted children when it was safe for children. Not before.
He moved to take her robe, and she pulled back, pulling her lip from his teeth, and running her tongue over the place he left on her. Looking down she unlaced his trousers, letting him spring free. Her muscles tightened at the sight of his hard cock. Knowing how well it filled her. Pulling his hand from her to keep her robe on, she looked into his eyes as she spoke. While her tone was humorous, she didn't smile nor smirk. "Ask nicely," she threw this words back at him, humor in her tone.
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.
"Do you greet all servants in such a state of undress?" Distraction worked. Her plan would work! The knowledge that she could escape tonight made her smile, and she didn't often smile. "I thought you weren't a servant," she returned, not picking up on his insult. She assumed he knew this wasn't her normal, and that she was letting down her guard--which was why he was letting down his. "I did not think it was like you to ask, but rather, simply make demands," She'd asked? No, she had been careful in her words for she would not ask him to do anything.
"I believe I asked what you would do with these days. I wasn't asking you to do anything. I will ask no man for anything." They already took too much. Took her home. Took her innocence. Took her baby. Took her happiness. Took her body. No. She'd ask for nothing. "I was inquiring what you would do, if I allowed it." In the relem of Helios' world--she was queen here in a way. While she often ordered servants to bring her bath and bring her food--she'd never ordered his men. Howeever she still had that power in a way. One she'd give up for freedom without needing to even hear someone ask the question.
He leaned there and she pressed her palms against the door. "You have half an hour before the food arrives." She was inviting him over, without asking. "Undress. I want to watch you. And then come to me." She doubted he'd do it, but she still liked the way he reacted when she got bossy. Giving her what she wanted while taking it his way. It made her egar to see how he'd react now.
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.
Guinevère heard his reply that he had enough to eat, and was thankful he couldn't see her face. Here, behind the screen she didn't have to be so strong. She opened her wardrobe and looked around in it wanting something to to cover herself. She picked a robe that belted. It covered more then the clothes that Helios' picked out for her. Right now she needed covering. She didn't want to give him a show. His voice came to her again, as she heard him tell her that he wasn't her servant.
Walking out she paused, taking in the sight of him laying back in her chair, resting his head back in a lazy manner. Was his guard dropping? He wore only his trousers and the sight of him made her belly tighten. Maybe t was her guard dropping. She could ply him with wine, and let him sleep the night away. Walking slowly forward she took the cup for his hands and drank from it, before filling it and setting it before him. Let him drink it. She hadn't handed it too him, for that would be too telling but she had made it easier for him to drink.
Her eyes trailed over his naked chest, and for a moment she was tempted to climb in his lap. Yet she didn't. The bed had complicated this, and she wasn't how she felt as of yet. "And yet, you served we well in my bed." She quipped back to his earlier comment. Turning from him with her own smirk the was about to walk toward the bed to put the blanket back but there, on her bed was the gift. HE'D put it there. She stood there for a moment before turning away from the bed and moving to pull the cord knowing the servants would come. Come and find him half naked in her room. Let him scramble about with that. Since she'd pulled it before, he'd know what she'd done.
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.
He moved away from her, and sat on the floor looking around the room. Guinevère watched the back of his head, pulling her legs up on the the bed to curl slightly. She was grateful for the watched moment to stare at the back of his golden head. Without him looking at her. Her fingers reached out, and almost touched him, almost ran through his locks in a comforting gesture--but she stopped herself. This wasn't who they were. They were not soft. He was a warrior. He might not have sought out this life, but he'd embraced it. Became good at the killing and did it well enough to gain favor. She was the wife of a war lord who was locked away from the world. This wasn't a fairy tale. She wasn't a princess waiting for a prince or knight to ride in and save her.
"Do you have a name to go with all that arrogance?" She asked, her words meant to sound like everything else she had spoken to him. Instead they were almost whispered, more quietly filling the space that needed to stay between them. She hadn't wanted to know his name. She knew he'd die soon enough--but she also wanted to know it. Wanted to be able to think on him as something besides 'the man'. The man who had awakened her from sleeping after so long.
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.
Ask him. He'd asked that of her twice now, but Guinevère would not ask for something from him. She would ask nothing from her jailer. Thankfully, he did not make her for he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward the edge. Again the display of his power brought both the slightest edge of fear--a reminder that if he wished he could make her do many things--and the feeling of her need growing. She liked it when he did that. When he showed in some small effortless way that he was stronger then her. It frightened her, because she knew he used that power for death, but she was also ashamed to admit it did much, much more then frighten her. It made her wet. It made her need him more.
He pulled her legs apart, and for a brief second she thought back to the girl she once was, the one who could never have imagined being opened to a man's gaze like this, before his mouth took her and she forgot to think at all! She had tried to sit up but he had kept her down, so she laid there and felt his mouth on her. Her hand reached up to cover her face, as she tried not to think about who was doing this too her, and just feel. Her other hand reached down, and fisted into his locks as she held him to her. Her breathing, and the sounds of his sucking, were the only sounds in the room and they felt too loud. When he did something just right she gasped, and moaned under his lips.
She didn't even know his name! It was something she was becoming more and more aware of. The nameless man that had control of her body was making her feel more in this one night then she'd felt since her father died. Since her son had died. She didn't want to think about the last time she'd felt joy, and instead blinked back the tears as she felt herself growing close. "So close!" She told him, wanting him to push her over the invisible edge!
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."
He reached for this pants, and she was distracted by his words. Watch over her? She wondered if that meant he wasn't told she couldn't leave the tower? Curious. Though with him reaching for his pants, another idea came--one with thrice the benefits. If she didn't wear them, then she could have him again. If he didn't wear them--then she could. And she'd get a lot further in his clothing then in her own. The last befit would be that he couldn't not give proper chase naked. It seemed that while this had gotten out of hand, the best opinion was given to her. Enjoy the man's touch, and escape. Getting everything this wanted.
Reaching for his pants, she pulled them from him, tossing them behind her. "You don't need pants, in order to watch." She told him, knowing that her knew goal was to keep him naked until he slept. Then she could steal his clothes. Lifting her knee to put it on the bed, and then her other she she kneeled there before him. Slowly she shifted so that they were more and more apart. When she was enough apart that he could clear see between her thighs. Her body still hummed from his last use of her. She knew that men took longer to recover then women, but she wanted him to make her come again. She wanted to feel alive again! His using his mouth on her wouldn't exhaust him, but she wanted it, so she pretended it would! Reaching for his face, she pulled him closer. Silently demanding he take care of her again.
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.
He gave her no solace from him! No escape! Something that Helios did as well, but this felt different and she didn't want to think on why! With this man she FELT things and she didn't want to think on it, but he wouldn't let her block it out! He moved her face back to him and took her mouth as he took her body! She responded by kissing him back and moving her hands up to hold his face to her's!!
She couldn't even come down from the high, for the moment the waves began to ease he began to come inside her and the off rhythm jerking of his hips made a smaller organism follow the first! A slow, but sharp second wave of pulsing as he emptied himself between her thighs!
She didn't break the kiss! Not until she felt his body still, and knew that it was done! What had began as a way to distract him, or make him turn from her--and ended in something she'd never experienced. Guinevère felt there eyes prickle for the first time since her baby had died, though thankfully nothing fell. This man of death, and shown her why she needed to live . . . and assured her the reason she had to leave now too. Breaking the kiss she lowered her head back tot he bedding and looked up at him. Helios would kill them both for this.
It was to much and not enough in the same moment! It was passion and it was more then she'd ever felt! The thought should have sickened her, but it didn't! It reminded her that she needed to live! Needed to embrace life and escape! She wanted to feel this with a man she could love and find a safe life--not here! Not now! "Do you cry out the same way for him?" Her body jerked under his, tightening around him more then before from his words! She loved them and ahted them! No! She didn't do it this way. She never did!
Guinevère turned her face from his, unable to let him look at her while he said these things! "Does he fill you as much as I do?" Between the words and the and deeper, harder thrusting she felt it! She was going to come! Her head fell back, and her fingers tightened on his arse leaving half moons in his skin there, as her whole body jerked tight! YES! YES THERE! Her lips parted and her eyes rolled back, as her toes curled! This man, this nameless man, had just made her feel more in this very bed then Helios' has in three years! One of her hand lifted to hold on to his ribs as her muscles pulsed and tightened over and over around his thrusting!
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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