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She was wet! Far too wet to be from a man like him, and she hated herself but she wasn't about to turn away from something that made her feel so alive! He lifted her so so much ease, and she knew it was with the same strength that he used to kill with--and she should have been disgusted, but she felt so much in that moment. Her back touched the bed, and he ripped her top! Yes! Finally! She wanted his hands on her in a way she'd never wanted another's hands on her. His other hand dipped into her pants, and she parted her legs to help him get better access. "Do it!" She demanded.

Her fingers wanted to pull his vest and shirt off him, so they did! She pulled at the vest. His touch leaving her long enough to let it fall. She pulled his shirt from him as well while he was already untouching her. While he finished taking his shirt off her fingers unlaced her pants, letting them open to allow him easier access to her. She pulled his hand back to her wanting him to make her come.

Once his shirt was removed, she fisted her fingers in his hair and pulled his lip toward her bared breast, needing to feel his lips there. His bit there! She wanted to feel the sharp passion again and knew that there was only one way tog et it--she needed him! "Take off my pants!" She ordered, wanting more!

That escalated quickly.

Guinevère had the upper hand one moment, and the next his stronger hand was pulling her hair. A move that made a sharp jab shoot through her belly. She wasn't sure if it was fear or her feeling something besides the emptiness inside of her that she'd gotten so used too but either emotion she welcomed. It stung but it was welcome, and the power and control behind it didn't make her cringe. Helios' fake softness made her cringe. This had no lie behind it. It was just there. Just power, just controlling, just passion!

Her back hit the table as his tongue took over her mouth. She bit him, anger at who he was making her teeth sharper. While it wouldn't draw blood, it wasn't meant to be complacently enjoyed. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him to hurt her in a way too. She was going to get him killed, she earned it! Her hands, both of them now, pulled at the fastenings and flung then open. She wasn't sure how to get it off but that wasn't her main concern right now either! Her hand fished int his dark shirt, and pulled harshly to keep his head closer to her's as she used her mouth to continue the biting and soothing, and tasting. She was angry too, how dare he kiss like that. A man who enjoyed death should not kiss her and make her feel alive.

It was his jaw that made her bold. He was trying not to react? She hope that was what it meant rather then that he was tense and trying not to be sick from her touch. This game was playing with fire, and she was either going to burn him--or be burned herself. Helios would kill her for touching him, and him if she escaped. One of them would be killed--and she couldn't let herself think about that right now. That she was killing him if her plan worked.

In stead she reached for this hand again, and brought it back to her side, holding it there. "I wasn't given a choice in the man I married," She began, trying to make him relax so her plan of distracting him would work. "But i have a choice in this." Her life or his. And she wanted freedom from this hell. He was just going to keep going on killing. She choose her. "And this is my choice." Letting his hand go, she reached up to grip the labels of his armor vest and pull him lower (pulling a little harder since she knew that he was stronger) and used her teeth on his lip.

She'd never been so bold--but he would either walk away in disgust (thus giving her a chance to pack) or welcome it and giving her something to hold over him.

"Let him find another, then." He didn't pull away, and she knew this would work. If he pulled away then she would have tried something else, but the fact that he stood still and instead commented on her touch---she understood now. It was not Helios' bed he wanted in. It was her's! There was power in that knowledge, and she needed to use it. It had been years since she'd tried with a man. When Helios first took her she didn't have to try, he wanted her and she took her. He had been her first, and her only.

She didn't plan to let this hateful man into her bed, but if he was really loyal to Helios then maybe he would turn from her and not watch as close. Maybe he would even stand guard OUT of the room. Giving her time to pack a bag.

Her fingers trailed over the hardened vest he wore, until they found the bottom. She let them press under it so her fingers rested on his belly. Men liked touching. She could touch. "Does my touch feel unsoft?" She asked, as if she didn't know the answer. Reaching for his hand, she paused before taking it. Then she brought it to her side. "Do I feel unsoft?"

No, Helios wouldn't kill her just yet. He was still hoping that she would give him a son. The loss of the last one still strong in his mind. Right now she was safe from death--but not from Helios. One day he would grow tired of this and she would have to worry--but she wanted to be free by then. Gone. Disappeared into the lands so far from here that he'd never have a hope of finding her. Thankfully, not many knew her face, since Helios kept her well guarded and his men so often died. It would be easy to give a new name and keep heading toward the sea. Beyond the sea if she had too.

"It would see you would rather be the one in his bed." She said moving toward him him. Her plan starting to unfold. She wanted make him uncomfortable, and for him to either leave or not watch her as close. Maybe even fear of Helios would make him hurt his back. Moving up to stand before him she reached hr fingers out to touch his shirt, toying with the strings there. "You are more then welcome to warm his bed instead--though I doubt he'd welcome you there. While I care not who is in his bed . . . Helios rather likes a soft body. You don't look very soft."

STOOD BY HIM? Guinevère turned to look back at her jailer, and wanted to scream at him and tell him how she felt about Helios' but if he was Helios' little dog then she wasn't about to say something to get her killed--something about how they were all the lowest creatures in Albion and beyond! "No one stands by him. He makes everyone stand below him." Magic users had been hunted and feared but she'd rather had been hunted then be here with them! THEY were the great evils here! If she'd known magic, then she could have saved herself! If she'd known the sword, she could . . . . have done nothing. Even still, she wished she'd known and not felt as weak.

His comment about her sharp tongue didn't bother her. She didn't have a reason to find sweet words any more. This place was a house of death and hate--and she was beginning to fit in. "You are so proud of being his good little boy, let me give you some advice," She begin, "The second he is done with you--and the second you show an ounce of weakness he will be done with you. You will be dead."

Besides, something else was starting to become clear. "For a man who aspires to be so close to Helios, you are beginning to sound as if you disapprove of me." Sharpe tongue, how she stood by him. "A bit contradictory." Maybe he was jealous and wanted to be in Helios' bed.

She'd ignored him all day, going out of her way to make sure that she didn't look his way, or hint that she was thinking of him. She did even up thinking of him though, as she needed to find a way to get past him. How deeply did he sleep? How quickly did he sleep? Would he give chance? Could she try to pack a bag while he was int eh room or would that--

He answered the door, and she ignore that too. Childish, perhaps, but she did not wish to be here and often made that known by her silence. Finally he approached her and she looked over at him. A gift. Her eyes lowered to the package and she leaned slightly back from it as if the gift was on fire. She stared at it, Her breathing growing slow. He was a raid. She knew that. Any gift came from the dead. She wanted to burn it, and she wanted to never touch it. Stepping backwards she turned from it, still not speaking as she walked away from it. Helios often sent gifts, enjoying the idea that they were in love or this was mutual for them. She'd even given up the pretense that she was happy. He blamed the baby--claimed she was happy before it died and would be happy once more when he gave her another. "I want nothing to do with his gifts."

Oh, she knew she'd hit on something there--that arrogant smirk wasn't there any more. Whoever he was--for she still did not learn his name--proved he didn't like when he struck back! Her father! Stepping closer still she kept her glare on her, as her drink stayed in her hand. She no longer drank it, for in her anger she all but forgot it to be there!

Her father had been a kind and loving man, who raised her to be a kind and loving woman--and Helios ruined her! He'd been killed by the tyrant king before his tyrant daughter had killed him to take his throne and make Helios begin his intense hunt for more men! THIS man would not defile the one good thing she had--her memories. Her father was her one good memory! She dare not think of him often, for is felt as if she would ruin such a memory here!

She tossed her drink in his face, and then tossed the cup to the side. "You will not speak of my father." She demanded, not even going to pretend that he hadn't struck to the heart of her. "He was dead long before this began!"

3 weeks. The man had known Helios for 3 weeks and Helios already put him as her jailer. Guinevère wanted to throw the cup of wine at his head, but she knew her anger this time was with Helios. Either she was too important to let go, or she wasn't important enough--his actions always spoke of both. She knew he valued her in the sense that he wanted a son. He'd never let the idea go. Maybe for the war lord, he'd never recovered from the loss of his son. Yet, she knew it was her greatest value--her ability to give him one. After years of no children, Helios often grew angry, but had yet to question it. He did try though, to give her one.

Which was why Guinevère tried to keep him from getting one. She wanted nothing to tie her to this place. Nothing of his inside her. 3 weeks. "Three years," she returned, not looking at him but rather in her wine. Three years. Three years since he'd taken her from the village. She counted that, even though he hadn't married her until she was with child. That was when he began this. Three years since she'd had to go to his bed in order to stay alive. Three years since she had stopped being able to cry.

Hating the memories she looked up at him, "Good luck lasting that long." She said, being it to be more bitter then angry; which perhaps it came out more the later. She knew his men didn't last the year. He changed them too often and pushed them too hard. She should warn him, but if he was earning favor then he was no better then Helios. Let him fall.