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This one is going to be a series of sexy moments between Artemis and Juliet. So far, there are two other chapters finished, but we aren't sure how much further we will go. If there is a large interest, we will definitely keep going.
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Artemis lay in bed staring at the darkness that enveloped him like a cloak. His room was quiet and cool, all moonlight being blocked out by the heavy curtains of his windows. This was how he liked it. Artemis had never been one who needed to be lulled to sleep by the sound of a babbling brook or white noise. He liked to be all alone in nothingness with only his mind for company. Unfortunately, on this particular night his mind was being a rather naughty bed partner. He recognized it as soon as it started, the creeping fantasies that slipped into his mind like a cat burglar. Before he had time to stop it, his mind was filled with "what if" scenarios that involved a member of the opposite sex. It was no one in particular; it never was. His partner had neither a face nor an identity. She was just a soft body with large, pillowy breasts and a narrow waist which widened into curvy hips that completed her hour glass figure. She was always there in the dead of night, teasing him with her nudity, and inviting him to take advantage of her. And he did. Nearly every night in his mind's eye they would share the feelings of intercourse as his own hand brought him to a hard climax that enabled him to shut off his brain and get the sleep he needed to keep himself healthy. Only tonight was different. It had started as it always did, and he had closed his eyes and surrendered to the sweet pleasure of his hand around himself, but, after three attempts, he was unable to bring himself to release and was now being tortured by the raging erection that had grown rather painful. Frustrated, Artemis got up from his soft, warm bed and began to pace around his room, his bare feet padding across the expensive carpet. He had to do something. There was no way he could get any rest in this condition.
Then, an idea struck him. He crossed the room and entered his large private bathroom, removing his silk pajamas and turning on the cold water of the shower. Stepping in, he thought of the most boring things he could, suppressing a yelp that rose as the freezing droplets hit his back like little razors. The pain and shock of the water mixed with the history of the Tudor empire was enough to stifle his sexual need. In only a few minutes, his member lay completely flaccid and he was able to clear his head enough to warrant him peace. Problem solved. He stepped out of the shower and quickly patted himself dry with a soft towel, paying as little attention as possible to his penis as to not "wake it up" again, and dressed himself in his silk pajamas and robe. He knew that if he were to lay back down now, those thought would just resurface, so he decided he would tire his brain out by doing some work. He sat down in the comfortable high back leather desk chair and began typing away on his computer at a speed that would make even Foaly jealous. It didn't take long for him to switch into "work mode" as he quickly engrossed himself in the task at hand, completely forgetting his previous sexual frustration. He was not at all surprised when there was a knock on his door not two minutes later. It was Butler, he knew that. The man had most definitely heard the shower running or seen him get out of bed through the security cameras that were placed in his room. At first, Artemis had struggled with the idea of Butler looking in on him when he was performing his "nightly task", but he knew that getting up and running to the bathroom (where there were no cameras) every night was silly. Butler was a man himself, after all, and no doubt understood what Artemis was going through. Artemis was also confident that if Butler were to check the monitors and see him relieve himself, his old friend would have the common courtesy to switch off the screen and give the young man his privacy. This was his room after all. Anyway, Butler never mentioned seeing anything and Artemis had no plans of bringing it up. Some things were better off going unsaid.
"Come in, Butler." Artemis didn't even look away from the screen. He heard the door open and close again with a soft "click" and noticed a mug of something steaming was placed on his desk by a hand much too small and dainty to be his bodyguard's. His miss matched eyes looked over to see a pair of clear blue ones staring back at him in concern. "Juliet," he said very matter-of-factly as his eyebrow rose. "I was expecting-"
"Dom," she finished for him. "I know. We both heard you get up. I convinced him to let me come check up on you. I was still awake and he wasn't until the shower came on." She also had a mug of something hot that she was slowly sipping. Despite his intentions, he let his eyes wonder over her, admiring her obvious beauty. Her long golden hair hung loose down her back like little waves caused by the braid she kept it in during the day. It was shiny and looked soft as satin. He thought about how it would feel to run his fingers through it. To his surprise, she was only wearing a white button down oxford shirt that swallowed her so much it looked as if it belonged to Butler, which Artemis was sure it did. The tail of the shirt came down to the middle of her thigh, leaving Artemis' imagination to think what was under the material, if anything. He blinked a couple of times before forcing his eyes away from her. He could swear he saw a tiny smile playing on the sides of her plump lips.
It was quiet for a moment and Artemis couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Juliet was a couple of years his senior and the two had grown up together. She shouldn't be in his room in nothing but a button down. It was indecent. Neither his parents nor Butler would approve. Yet, she did say she talked to Butler before coming to his room, so he must have seen what she was wearing and had no qualms.
Before his mind could get too carried away, Juliet spoke. "I brought you some hot chocolate. It always helps me relax when I have trouble sleeping." As if to prove a point, she took a sip from her mug and sighed contently.
"Thank you," he muttered, wrapping his hand around the mug and shifting slightly in his chair to hide the unwelcome guest that was waking up in his pants. He cursed himself. What was his problem? It was Juliet for goodness sake! She was just as much part of his family as Myles and Beckett. He had to get control of himself.
"You know," she said as she sat herself down on the smooth surface of Artemis' desk, crossing her ankles and swinging them slowly. "You work too much. It's nearly two in the morning and here you are slaving away on your silly laptop." She ran her slim finger across the top of the screen, eyeing Artemis closely. "It's not good for you." She shut the laptop then, a devilish grin pulling the sides of her mouth up. She was teasing him, as always.
Artemis was used to dealing with her playfulness. "I am a busy person. Money never sleeps."
She scoffed. "Like you need it. Your family has more money than they know what to do with."
His glare darkened at her. "And it is that fortune that affords you the privilege to buy whatever your heart desires. Or have you forgotten what the Fowls have done for the Butlers?"
She glared back at him. Two could play this game. "And it's the Butlers that have kept the Fowls alive for generations." She raised an eyebrow. "Or have you forgotten what the Butlers have done for the Fowls?" She scooped a finger in the whip cream on Artemis' hot chocolate and licked it off. "I believe we are equal."
He simply nodded. She was right, of course. The Butlers have been personal bodyguards to the Fowls for centuries and the Fowls returned the favor by making sure the family was more than taken care of monetarily. Money in exchange for a lifetime of servitude. How disgusting.
Juliet could see the little "thinking lines" come up across Artemis' forehead and she rolled her eyes, sliding off his desk. The shirt slid up just enough to show a brief flash of lime green panties and she had to bite back a laugh when she saw Artemis blush and his eyes widened. How she loved toying with the boy! If she had been his bodyguard instead of her brother, he would never get any peace. She knew she could be quite the vixen when the notion struck her. She came to stand behind Artemis, leaning against the back of the leather desk chair. In another second, her small hands were on his shoulders, squeezing them gently.
Artemis jumped at the sudden contact, far from prepared. "Juliet!" He swatted at her to no avail. "What are you doing?"
"Relax, Arty," she said as she continued the massage. "You've got way too much tension building up. No wonder you can't sleep!"
She had no idea. If she thought his shoulders were bad, she should check his lap. He sighed, giving up. "Don't call me Arty," was his only retort as he let his eyes slip closed. He had to admit, she was a gifted masseuse. In seconds, he could feel the tension working itself out and he felt better than he had in weeks. Maybe she was right, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of him admitting that. He leaned his head against the back of his chair and a gentle drowsiness was beginning to timidly creep into his mind, as if everything around him was slowing down.
Suddenly, he felt hot breath on his neck and her hands slowly slipped from his shoulders to his chest, the pads of her fingers rubbing over the nipples that had grown hard. His breath hitched and his eyes popped open. Was this a dream? Had he fallen asleep and was now dreaming of his faceless partner? He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Juliet, what are you-"
"Shhh," her breath hit his neck again, causing him to shudder visibly. "Dom isn't the only Butler that can be of service to you, Master Fowl." Artemis nearly lost it right then. He wasn't one for fetishes; he never really understood the attraction to feet, whips, chains, or girl-on-girl sex. However, the teen couldn't deny that he had often had fantasies of being "serviced" by one of the many young maids his mother had on staff. Something about the way Juliet referred to him as Master Fowl, putting him in ultimate dominance and control and she in a position of servitude caused him to actually ache. He just wasn't sure how she had known that. Maybe all men who belong to wealth are the same way. Then, to Artemis' surprise, he felt her tongue trace the outer rim of his ear and her teeth bite at his earlobe, completely shattering his train of thought. All the while, her hands were working their way down his pale body, getting dangerously close to his crotch.
He took a deep breath, his mind swimming. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being in this situation with Juliet. What had brought it on? He had no idea. He was having trouble remembering anything as the lithe little blonde placed open mouthed kisses against the overheated skin of his neck. Then, just as quickly as they appeared, her hands were gone, and Artemis was being spun around to face her. Some of her golden hair had fallen over her shoulder, casting a shadow across her half-lidded eyes that were burning with a fierce intensity. She looked like a jungle cat that was on the prowl for prey. And Artemis was that prey. Juliet pushed his thighs apart slightly, kneeling between them, which put her in a very precarious position. If anyone were to come in, or if Butler were to look at the monitors, they would both be in big trouble. While he was thinking of the worst case scenario, Juliet was untying the robe her wore and making quick work of the buttons of his silk pajama shirt. She pushed the material away, exposing his pale chest to the cool air of the room. He caught a glimpse of a hungry grin before she leaned forward and began licking and sucking at his collarbone, her hands making a slow circuit from his pecks down to his waist. Her mouth and hands were warm and soft, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched him. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders and was tickling his skin a bit. He was in heaven. Nothing in the world compared to how good this felt.
Her devilish little mouth worked its way down his chest, playfully biting him as she went. By the time she got to the tender flesh below his navel, Artemis' head was reeling and his breath was shallow and he was gasping like a fish out of water. Her beautiful eyes shot up to meet his and he saw the amusement and lust burning in them. He was nearly floored by the fact that she wanted this as much as he did. Her fingers hooked in his pants and pulled them down his legs with his boxers with no difficulty. Artemis' face broke out in an embarrassed blush as the realization that he was exposing himself to her sunk in. He had never been naked in front of anyone, and, honestly, it wasn't something he had wanted to do. Artemis was usually far too busy to worry himself over his physical appearance, but when he did he wasn't impressed. He never considered his thin, pale skin stretched over his bones was anything that would conjure desire in another, but the eyes that were scorching his skin told him otherwise.
Juliet was taken aback when removed his pants and finally got to see the most intimate part of Artemis. She smiled to herself a bit. She had always heard a rumor that the Fowl men were gifted with size, and Artemis only confirmed that fact, easily measuring 8 inches or more. Her hand came up and wrapped around the hot flesh, eliciting a hiss from Artemis as his fingers dug into the arms of his desk chair. She began to pump him slowly, feeling every ridge and vessel of his straining member. She looked up to see his eyes were closed tight and his mouth was open slightly, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Little drops of pre-cum was forming on his inflamed head and her tongue ran over it, tasting the slightly salty substance. Liking the way it tasted, she threw caution to the wind and took the whole head in her warm little mouth.
Artemis' eyes shot open and his hips lifted off the chair. His heart was pounding and little moans were breaking the veil of silence around them. Juliet had slid her mouth down his incredibly swollen member and her tongue was slicking across the sensitive little spot just under his head. He had to grip the arms of his chair until his knuckles ached to keep himself from forcing her head down and pushing himself into her undoubtedly tight throat. He could feel himself losing control and it was making him tremble. He wasn't used to not being in control, and he definitely had no upper hand in this situation. She slid her mouth up his cock until it fell from her lips with an audible "pop". Keeping her eyes on him, she stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs before kicking them off. She then climbed in his lap, putting one leg on either side of his thighs, effectively straddling him. Their faces were mere inches apart and she could feel how erratic his breathing had become. He was staring back at her with wide eyes that were a mix of innocent fear and new found lust. It pulled at her heart strings a bit to see him like this. He was usually so calm and collected.
Before her thoughts could distract her anymore, she took him in her hand once more and lowered herself on him, causing them both to gasp in unison. His length and girth was much more than anything she had ever had, and he was stretching her, sending delicious waves of pleasure up her spine. Artemis couldn't believe how wet and hot she was on the inside. Her arousal was so strong that he could faintly smell it. He could feel her walls stretching and relaxing around his member and he grit his teeth to hold himself together. This was his first time, and he was determined to hold on until she had taken every inch of him into her hot center. Neither of them could breathe, much less speak as Juliet sank down even further onto Artemis. She was holding her breath, hoping she would bottom out soon. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Thankfully, she felt her bottom settle onto his lap and she let out her breath, not daring to move yet. Every single inch of Artemis was buried deep within her womanhood, stretching it in ways never been done before.
Their eyes locked and there was a moment of silent communication between them. They both understood that they needed a moment to collect their wits or this would all be over in a matter of seconds. It seemed like an eternity passed with nothing but their straggled breathing and her fingers tangled in his raven hair. Finally, Juliet lifted her hips a bit and cried out as his head hit something that caused a white hot bolt of pleasure to surge through her. Suddenly, it was as if her body was working independently from her brain. Her hips set themselves in a gentle rocking motion that was causing Artemis to hit all the right spots. Her breath was ragged and she was moaning uncontrollably. Artemis was in no better shape. His hands had snaked around her back and he was gripping two handfuls of her white shirt. His head had fallen back and thick growls were ripping from his chest. He was like a wild animal and it was driving Juliet crazy. Her tempo increased and she was awarded by a too loud moan from Artemis.
"Ungh…" he sighed desperately. His face was flushed and he chewing on his bottom lip. "Oh… God… Juliet!" She leaned forward and started sucking at the tender flesh of his neck, causing his fingers to tangle in her long tresses. "Mmm…. Fuck!" His hips hiked up, forcing himself deeper still inside her. Her body was visibly trembling and he knew that she had to be close, only holding on for his sake. She wouldn't have too much longer to wait. He could feel a pressure building in his loins and he was throbbing like crazy inside her constricting walls. "I about to…" He couldn't even finish his sentence for lack of breath.
Juliet raised her head and pressed her forehead against his and locked eyes with him again. "Please," she begged, her voice weak and gentle. "Inside me, Master Fowl." Had he been of better mind, he would have objected. They hadn't used any sort of protection, but he was in no shape to think clearly. Her soft pants in his ear and little cries of "Yes! Yes, Artemis!" were more than enough to throw him over the edge. He came in her hard, his whole body shaking as he emptied his excitement deep within her womb. The force was enough to cause her to scream out as his member was bathed in her own sweet ecstasy.
He was completely spent. Her walls had milked him of everything he was worth and he slumped against the back of his chair, unable to will himself to move. He watched with heavy lids as Juliet pulled herself off him and retrieved her panties, her legs and breathe dangerously shaky. He knew he should have made sure she was okay, but he couldn't. His body simply refused to work. His heart leapt when Juliet smiled gently at him, a blush softening her face. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, just a quick peck, before whispering, "Sweet dreams, Mater Fowl," and turning to leave the room as quietly as she had come.
Juliet crept down the hall, quiet as a mouse. She paused a moment to slip on her panties and smooth down her hair to a more presentable looking state. When she passed by Artemis' study, the door opened and her brother appeared in front of her. Inside, she would see the monitors that showed the security film from Artemis' room. Somehow, the Irish had managed to get himself to his bed and was now sleeping peacefully under the heavy blankets. If she were being honest, she would have said he was rather cute. Butler raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question that she understood perfectly. He had seen the whole thing, there was no denying it. Juliet couldn't allow herself to be angry or surprised. She knew very well that there were cameras in Artemis' room.
Finally, her bother did speak. "Why?" There was an obvious angry bite in his voice. Juliet was his baby sister and he was very protective. She knew he would be angry with her conduct, but she was over 18 and Artemis wasn't her responsibility, so she hadn't broken any rules.
She sighed. "Butlers serve Fowls. I was simply performing my duties." Without giving him a chance to retort, Juliet pecked her brother on the cheek and wished him a goodnight before hurrying off to her own bedroom.