He left her breast and the chill made her want to reach for him to pull him back but she noticed her removed his pants. There was another jab of fear as she saw his bared cock, and knew he'd put it in her. The man gave her no time to think ot tense, as he pushed right in! "FUU--AAAHHH!" She she let out sound, followed by a deeply satisfied groan! He was filling her and stretching her like never before! Her hand fisted in his hair as she held onto him!
Her wetness made his next thrust happen with ease, but the sharp stabbing of him hitting so deeply in her still made her whimper in pleasure! Her fingers of her other hand went to his arse, and she dug her nails in there as he trusted again and again. Her legs wrapped around him as her hips tilted up to met each thrust! "Yes! There! Right there!" She told him as his trusted moved over the stop inside her that was stronger then any other place on her body! She tightened her inner muscled around him, trying to make the reassure harder. Trying to help herself come.
He was deferentially not going to ask him, nicely or otherwise! She just wanted his mouth to keep going and...yes! There! HIs hand to keep doing that! Her head feel back as he bit her, and her hands fisted in the bedding behind her! His finger, which moved with more direction then anything that had been inside her before, made her pull at her legs to try to free them from her pants so she could then pull her knees up and open her thighs more! Her hips pushed into his hand as she felt the pin tight pressure starting to build!
No man had ever made her come before. She'd done it to herself, but never with another! Yet this arrogant prick of a man who shouldn't even know her name was now pushing her there with more ease then any other human in Albion! Yes! She wanted more! She wanted she hurt, and she wanted the pleasure! "Don't speak! You'll ruin it!" She told him, her body tightening around his finger as if to pull him into her! Wetness pooled there. He was't ruining it. The demand to ask him nicely had only made her wetter!
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!
Her heart was beating harder then it had in years, and the reminder that she could feel anything was troublesome and welcome in this moment! He tore out the veil and she let him--he began to pull out the ties to her top in anything but a simple or soft touch--and she should have been afraid and cried no! This was going further then she had intended! He was supposed to move away and back down, but she didn't care! It had been a life time she since felt anything this strongly! She needed more of it! She wanted to enjoy it!
Her hands moved under his shirt, and slide over the skin there as she felt his muscles and the wall of solid strength there! Before he came to Helios' he had to have had a job that worked his body! Something about the feel of it made her grow wet, and she'd not been wet for a man--ever. The knowledge that her body wanted a man her mind knew was unfit made her fingers fist with skin, scratching him as she held him tighter to her. She didn't even know his name to gasp out, so when she broke the kiss to suck in breath she said nothing; before moving her hands over where she'd scratched him, and doing it again while biting and then linking his chin, before kissing him again.
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.
His hand stayed on her this time, and Guinevère knew she was pulling him in. This would work. She had to believe this work! That she would escape, and Helios wouldn't know it for a few days! It would give her a head start and with that she could fade away! Try to heal and move on!
He kissed her, and his lips where warm and strong. She wanted for the skin crawl that came with a kiss from a man like him, but so far it was just a simple kiss. She didn't even know his name, but as she was going to leave him here to die she didn't want to know it yet. Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip to nip it and bite, following her tongue to sooth the sting. Not from comfort to him, but because he tasted a little better then she had thought he would. Her free hand moved from his collar to his buckles and began undoing the first one--this she might steal. She could use it to protect herself or sell.
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.
He removed his touch from her quickly, and she began to doubt her plan, though wasn't ready to give up on it just yet. It could be his loyalty more then his willingness holding him back. How many had she tried this on? None before him. Most where orger of men, and sometimes even in numbers. Oh, she'd tried to escape before. None of them worked. This was the first time she'd tried to do it this way.
Her fingers moved under he vest, her thumb brushing over the dip of his belly button. "There haven't been any I've wanted." She told him, tilting her face up to his. "Most men of his are dumb as bricks, and aren't welcome in a woman's bed." She wondered if he would soften to her touch, or if this plan would fail. Guinevère wouldn't give up on this right away, but she would have to watch the line she walked--if he told on her then she would find herself in hot water.
And Helios' rage wasn't one she wanted to be on the end of. She had to escape. "If you have to watch me . . . shouldn't you enjoy yourself?" She needed him to walk away, or want this enough to drop his guard. She needed to escape from here.
"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?"
He turned to stare at her, and she smiled. His glaze lingered, and while not inappropriate in nature, it felt different. She liked it. Something about the knight that trained alone, and without armor. He thought more of skill then impressing others. Besides, he was handsome and she wished she'd met him at a feast. Seeing his footwork made her want to dance and flirt with him. "I was . . . " she looked back the way she came before looking back at him with a slightly proud smile, "I wasn't supposed to be. I was just exploring."
She also assumed he knew who she was, so she didn't introduce herself. "I thought I'd met all of King Uther's knights." She told him, walking closer now that he wasn't swinging his sword. Here was a chance for an adventure, of sorts. She looked at the sword, something she'd rarely had the chance to hold and then at his face, a look on her face that suggested she was a little pleased with what she was about to ask of him. "Will you teach me?" How to hold the sword.
It would both give her something fun to do, as well as give her a reason to keep talking to this knight. Who's name she was eager to learn.
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."
Guinevère lifted her dress slightly and hurried past the citadel's wall while looking behind her with a smile. No one was behind her, no one seemed to notice her, and with that she turned back and hurried toward the grass and away from the stone walls. Finally! Freedom! The glorious feeling of just being alone for a while! She was excited to be able to get out and see the town some, on her own!
Not that she had any true complaints! Camelot was beautiful! She'd love the stay here so far, even if she missed her home. Her home, a neighboring kingdom, had recently found war with King Lot. Her kingdom had been taken over, and for the last year she'd stayed in Camelot with her father's friend--King Uther--while her father fought for their kingdom back. While she was glad to be here and away for the horrors of war, she felt stifled by Uther's rules. He clearly wished her to wed one of his nobles, since he had no son, and to join the kingdom he was aiding her father in winning back.
Meanwhile, Guinevère wanted something more then an arranged marriage. Her father had been welcoming of adventures, and less formal. She wanted a chance to have fun and enjoy being away from her father, and in a kingdom where everyone wasn't looking toward her to be a ruler one day.
Which is what she was doing when she came upon the knight training in the field. She slowed her step and a let her dress fall from her fingers. Standing there watching him she noticed the way he move, and his handsome face. Smiling she walked forward--though stayed well out of range. "You're very good," she said, assuming that he was more then knowing for sure.
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.
Why did she marry him? Did he really think there was a reason beyond the obvious? Beyond the 'what Helios wants he takes'? She looked over her shoulder at him in a glare, but before she could answer he walked over to stand before her to again gift her Helios' blood gift. His orders. He was concerned with his orders. "And you always do what your told?" She asked, trying to annoy him. Trying to make him sound more like Helios' dog then his man. "What a good boy."
Turning she again walked away from him, ignoring the gift. "I wasn't given a choice to marry him. You should know Helios takes what he wants." She wanted more wine but knew better then to indulge too much. One, she'd seen his men become slaves to too much and need it to live--and she wanted her wits about her. She needed to escape this place before Helios' finished his raids and returned. "And I have no intention of taking his gift, so tell him I refused. He'll be used to it by now." And he always acted as if she'd surprised him. Helios was a smart and cunning man, but when it came to her he was blinded by his need for a son. She knew one day he'd give up and make himself a widower so he can do this to another poor girl.
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."
If she was the type to kill anyone--he'd be the first she'd do it too! "GET OUT!" She demanded, know KNEW he wouldn't get out so instead she turned and stormed away to the other side of the room and paused at the tub. Looking at her face int he water she glared at it! NO! Her father would never see what she'd become and she was grateful for that! One small kindness in this world that only sought to slowly kill her!
The water was still warm, and she'd not had the chance to was her hair. She should crawl in if only to make him leave. Yet she couldn't bring herself to bare herself more before him. Nor would she hide behind the screen like she wanted to in order to avoid his gaze on her. Instead she moved to the rope and pulled it. Ignoring the man, Guinevère moved around the room as if he wasn't there. A few servants came to remove the small tub, and she wished she could escape down past them. Would the beast really stop her? Instead she set to brushing her hair out before the mirror, and trying to make a plan to escape before Helios could see she was missing.
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!"
He must had skills to have stayed alive--and a ruthlessness to be able to kill with ease. Helios made others kill for him, and killing their friends from the same town was a common way to break them to be able to rebuild them. At first she'd cried each time more men came in, but over the years she'd had to harden her heart toward it--or slowly go mad. She'd even thought about killing him, yet she couldn't. Growing the herb to keep her from giving him a child was hard enough, and going out without someone watching her every move wasn't allowed; she she couldn't have poisoned him. His skill with weapons were too great.
It was his next words that made her body run cold--and she hadn't thought there was much in this word that could do that anymore. She wanted to order him out, but this was her life--she didn't have power here. HE was the jailer, her husband's boy toy minion. HE held the power here. And she hated him for him. Helios picked her for her face, and kept her for his ability to give him a son. How DARE he judge her, when he was just like Helios!
Taking a slow step toward him she glared at him, "How many of your neighbors did you have to kill to climb up Helios' leg so quickly?" She asked, trying to hurt with her words now. "How many men died at the end of your sword during training?" She knew to was required sometimes, many times. "Your mother must be very proud."
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.
She wished he'd fallen up the steps to get here and never made it! That smirk! Had she really once thought him handsome? Now he just looked smug and she wanted to slap him. Had he not backed away she might have! Instead she turned back and walked to her table, lifting her wine and finishing it with a quick glup.
Though, it was also occurring to her that this distracted her for a moment. He was gone. HE was gone. For a few days his minion said. She'd never asked his name, and didn't honestly care to know it. Once that might have been her first question, as she believed names were important--yet if she did escape Helios would kill this man. And she didn't want to think on him after she was gone. IF she was able to escape.
She needed a plan. Would he really stay here while she slept? Her back was to him, and her eyes tilted toward the changing screen. She could up it up before the bed, claiming she wanted to sleep without his gaze on her. If he nodded off then she could try to make it. She wouldn't even take a bag, just walk out. What was the worst that could happen? Helios' men would find her and do what?! Worse then Helios had already done? He'd taken her baby! HE'D DONE THIS TOO HER!
Turning to look at the man she glared at him. "How long have you served him?" Him of course being Helios.
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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