Chapter One
Gwen
He's wearing nothing, but a towel. I knew that he wore a towel. I saw him grab one when I slipped into his chamber. His body is sculpted with muscle upon muscle. I've never seen a seminude man except my brothers at our lake, swimming with guards. My face burnt in embarrassment. I married him today.
"Guinevere, why are you in my chamber?"
He smelt like autumn, clean and fresh. Warm like a never ending fall day.
"It's our wedding night. I was crowned your queen today. I have to share your bed, one of your rules for marriage."
Amusement flared in his blue eyes, his blond hair gives a slight shake before he arched an eyebrow in my direction, "I told you that it could wait."
"You're mean. Not … like Helios. He was a warrior, emotionless. You can be… rude," I stammered. "You don't feel ashamed, at all...
My hearted raced. My sheer white silk nightgown clung to me in all of the wrong ways. I felt exposed under his lingering gaze. Morgana presented me with a nightgown as a wedding present. I should have worn my regular cotton nightgown .He breathed in deeply as I attempted to walk past him.
"It's you. You seem like lavender. For some odd reasons, I strain to inhale deeply the scent of my mother's new flowers. My mind is focused on the scent as it hangs heavy in the corridor as I approached my room. Moving in darkness and candlelight, my blood rushes as the scent grows heady in my mind. It's you. Ever since, you arrived a fortnight ago, I can't stop thinking of you."
His hand grabbed my arm before I can walk past him. A jolt of something passed between us. My head lowered; his fingers raised my chin until I stare into mesmerizing seductive eyes. He's looking at me curiously.
"I never wanted a wife or queen. Now, I can't stop dreaming of you. Guinevere, Princess of Leogrance is my queen," he whispered.
"You don't like me, at all."
"You don't feel this between us? Your eyes linger on me; I caught you. How my touch makes you burn?'
Do I answer him? Something in his eyes and touch compelled me to answer him.
"You're like the sun. Warm and vibrant. You touched stirred something in me. I don't understand."
"You approached me shaking your wet hair; I noticed your nightgown clinging to your breasts. Droplets of water fall down your legs. My eyes scanned over you. "
"Arthur…I am sorry,'" I mumbled.
"You smell like flowers, inflaming my senses."
He pulled me into his arms. His lips skimmed over mine.
What am I doing?
My hand brushed wet curling hair from my face," This is right between us. Turning in his arms, "I'm gazing down into your chocolate brown eyes, so innocent and naïve. You're my queen."
My lips open slightly allowing his tongue to slip in my mouth. He gripped my bottom, pulling me deeper into his arms, a tongue hungrily explored my mouth. My hands moved up his back. I should break our kiss but I struggled control emotions taking over my mind. His mouth takes like honey; my lips trembled slightly under his touch. Breaking our kiss, his hands cupped my face. Arthur stroked his thumb over my swollen lips.
"I haven't done this before," I whispered.
"We can stop," Arthur said carefully. "It can wait for another night. You will always be my wife."
"I don't want to," I whispered. I'm hot, shaking, and feeling so many new things. I don't have the urge to leave him. I want to spend the night with my husband, my king.
Growling, he pulled a nightgown over my head. Dark hair hung around my shoulders; my firm nipples peeked out between strands of dark hair. I stood nude before him. My hands raised to shield myself from those eyes.
"No, don't hide yourself,"
Gently, Arthur removed my arms. His towel fell from his limbs. He moved away from me to pull down his bed covers. He stared at me near his bed, his eyes look at a closed door.
"Maybe, you should go to your chamber, Guinevere.
"I want to stay with you. My body wants you. Everything is hot, tight, and wet. I want you to touch me."
I offered Arthur my hand; it seemed like an eternity before he makes up his mind. Slowly, I rolled into cool sheets. Carefully not crush me, Arthur climbed into bed...
"Part your legs, Love."
I spread my legs; Arthur settled in the hot juncture between my thighs. A tight moan escapes my mouth; his penis touched my wet center. He smelled like ambrosia. He kissed my lips softly, tender little kisses to excite my senses. His hair is rough under a traveling foot. He smile at my shy attempts to arouse him. Long fingers traced my nipples causing me to squirm and moan softly. I'm making those sounds. His tongue seared my collarbone lapping seat beads of sweat. Instinctively, I arched into his body, causing him to groan in pleasure. Seeking lips continue to explore slopes and planes of my body. His large hands cupped sensitive breasts, his thumbs flicked my nipples. I took a sharp breath into straining lungs when his mouth sucked a nipple deep into the wet cavern of his mouth, sucking hard. Uncontrollable moans left my mouth when he started flicking my other nipple with his thumbs. I tugged blond hair, I felt his penis hard and hot against my thigh. My eyes closed in anticipation, waiting for Arthur me to suck my other nipple. A tongue laved an aureole causing me to squirm and scream in pleasure. Reaching down, he touched my center hot, soaking and tight with quick swipes. MY dark head pushed into his pillow. My pelvis arched towards his teasing fingers, while he continues licking my nipples. A finger plunged deep into my tight vagina.
"My member hurts … I need you so badly. Your sheath is tight, hot, and wet, waiting for me to plunder."
I don't know how to respond to his words. They excited and shocked me at the same time. He slipped another finger into me, twisting and plunging until I imitated his moves.
"I love the sound of your moans and groans. I can feel your excitement building as you tighten and thrusts on my fingers. You're almost there with me, my queen."
Crouching down on the bed, Arthur place a kiss inside my thigh.
"You are so beautiful, pink and glistening wet with desire for me. You look so sweet. Pushing my legs wider, his tongue lapped me. I pull on his silky hair.
"Arthur," I asked questioning
"Trust me, my love, it will bring your pleasure. We can stop. Do you want to stop? It's okay. I won't be mad. I won't force you."
"I'm okay. Slow..," I whispered
He place a hand on my stomach to steady me. His tongue licked my lips.
"You taste intoxicating, intoxicating sweetness.
Long strong strokes distract me from uncertainty, I pushed into his tongue forcing him to increase the pressure.
"That's it, Guinevere. Show me that you want me.
He slipped his fingers back into my vagina,
"Your groans are pushing my beast to the edge of desire. I can't take anymore." Arthur crawled up my shaking damp body. He stared deeply into my eyes," I will stop if you want.
I reached up and pulled his lips to mine. Giving into with desire, Arthur placed his penis near my molten center. "You feel tight"
He started with small soft little plunges into my heat; my body stretched to fit him. I suck breath into my lungs, griping his slick shoulders. My feet pushed into a firm mattress; Arthur moved deeper inside of me; retreating and returning into my trembling body. He kissed my shoulder; my body arched into his. Sucking on my collarbone, his hips pushed forward breaking my maidenhead. I screamed in pain
"Just once, my queen, it will stop, "Arthur consoled, leaving kisses on my cheekbones.
He licked my tears away... Reaching down, Arthur wrapped my legs around him. He held me tightly; I'm trying to adjust to feel of him embedded deep inside me. He's so large and hard, so intimate.
"What are you thinking, Guinevere?"
"This is new…"
"Are you still in pain?"
"Not really pain, just getting used to the new feelings.
"We can wait.
I close my eyes, Arthur laved one of my nipples.
"More, Arthur," I pleaded "Don't stop. " His hips moves back in a methodical grinds; my body moves closer to his. I arched into his thrusting hips, muscles tighter around him, his thrust go deeper.
"Moan, Guinevere."
My sheath tightened as a sharp cry lingered in the hot steamy air. Arthur kissed me brutally, his inner warrior slipped out; his plunges grew frantic, harder. I feel his teeth moving along my shoulder, nipping and kissing. I gasped in pleasure and pain when he bit my shoulder.
"Ohm…" I screamed as I shook in ecstasy.
Arthur slammed into me one final time, something hot coats my womb.
Rolling over, Arthur wrapped me in his arms, a soft kiss on my forehead.
"You're mine."
My body was tired with an exhausted, emotional mind. I didn't answer him.
XxX
In the darkness, I fumbled around to find my gown, Arthur is a deep sleep, his chest rises and falls. My shoulder burnt; my thighs ached, and I don't want to see the rest of my body. I found his heavy velvet robe, and I wrapped it around my slender body. I gave him one last look before I slipped out of his room. I raced down the hall to Elyan's chamber. I didn't bother to knock. I flung open the door. Elyan staggered from behind his changing curtain, looking like he continued drinking after I left with Arthur after our wedding feast last night.
"You're up…"
He turned surprised eyes on me," Why are you here." He breathed in deeply, "You smell like Arthur and sex. It's not morning yet."
I watched the wheels turn in Elyan's head. I can't form the words to tell him. Tears dropped from eyes as a wave of shame washed over me. Sucking my lip into my mouth, nothing came to my mind to explain this to Elyan.
"Arthur is your husband. You lost your virginity last night. It's okay." Eylan placed a gentle hand on my back.
I nodded sadly," We need to leave here. I can't think. Coming here was a mistake. We have to flee before your wedding."
"We need to get some gold. Run away from here," Elyan suggested. "Except, Arthur will look for you. We need Edwin."
"I'm afraid to tell him about last night. We're too old for a nurse, but he takes care of everything always," I whimpered sadly.
"Did he force you? I'll challenge him to a duel. I'll wake him up.
"Don't wake him up. I don't want you to die."
"Gwen, he did planned to burn me at a stake. Let's wake Edwin."
Elyan looked concerned; his eyes roamed over my features.
"Morgause looked like she ate a baby bird after I proposed. You look like owl pellets. I can see and feel your pain. I can fix this. Did he hurt you?"
"Not intentionally."
Sam grabbed his sword and chainmail before we departed his chamber. Our dark heads peeked outside of his door.
"He's going to wake up madder than a bear."
We don't say a word as we escape to Edwin's chamber on a higher level of the castle. We are quite deft at avoiding marble floors. They are noisy. Camelot's guards are quite lax. How are we just walking around? As we descend down a long flight of stairs, a bright red sun hangs among purple, black, and pink clouds. A new day brings problems into my little life.
XxX
Knocking upon Edwin's door created a new set of questions, Merlin strolled out of his chamber; he didn't look me in the eye. Edwin hastily arranged a dark blue robe around his broad shoulders. His face was bright red when he opened his heavy wooden door to reveal Morgana in a fluttery sheer white nightgown, or was it gown? What are they doing? She sat on the edge of a table. Her lips pursued together when she glanced upon my face.
"I warned my foolish brother," she lamented. "I will need a bath and a few herbs. Eylan openly stared at Morgana until Edwin slapped the back of his head.
"Merlin," Morgana wailed loudly. "I need you to keep Arthur away from his wife for a few days. "
How is she possibly speaking to Merlin? He scurried from the room in such haste. Like a cat, Morgana slowly took measured steps in my direction. A soft arm covered my shoulders," Don't worry about anything, my little darling."
Before I could answer, a puff of smoke surrounded us. I felt a bit itchy as he appeared in Morgana's luscious chamber, gold and red drapes covered the windows with deep rich rugs covering hardwood floors. I couldn't think of a word to say when a large hot steaming tub appeared.
"Step into your bath… please soak for a moment before. He arrives," Morgana stated soundly.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. Little red marks decorated my neck, dark circles under my eyes, and swollen lips from those hot kisses last night. A red spot spread across my collarbone when he bit me last night. He bit me! I'm going to die. Consummating my marriage is going to kill me.
"Morgana, am I dying?"
"Gwen, you aren't dying. Just a slight infection at your bite mark. Just soak in the tub. Let me take care of everything," Morgana soothed. Every young queen has a consummation night. Sometimes, it's a better to be overwhelmed; rather than battered and abused. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Arthur's sister was quite forward in my eyes. Did I enjoy it? Arthur was tender and patient last night. He did appear to lose his legendary control. It was amazing in his arms.
I enjoyed the attentions of my husband. "Was I supposed to enjoy it?"
Morgana touched my curls," Yes, you should enjoy it. Rest in your bath."
"Arthur is going to kill me."
Morgana offered me skeptical look before she brushed tangled hair from my eyes." No you found your king. It was bound to happen. Just wish that you were a tad bit older. I'll speak to him."
I turned hopeful eyes on Morgana" You haven't spoken to him in almost two weeks."
"Well, you need calm heads. I'll send Merlin to calm his nerves. My brother outraged me with his rules for marriage."
"They were rather unexpected, hurtful."
Another concerned look flashed over Morgana's face," It's okay. Just soak in the tub."
Pulling over a tattered nightgown over my head, I stepped into a fragrant bath filled with foaming white bubbles. I smelled lavender, green tea oil, and clover essential oils. I moaned in relief; the water tingled along my Arthur's mark. I settled deeper in the water until my hair was soak. Closing my eyes, my worries drifted away for a moment,
My eyes popped when a loud voice filled Morgana's home, Arthur's voice. I decided to stay in the tub. Arthur wouldn't interrupt my bath. The voices grew louder and louder.
"I have told you about yelling, Arthur Pendragon. Don't yell in my chamber!"
"Forgive me, Morgana. I lose control around you, I can show emotions. You're speaking to me. She makes me lose control. She's been here for a fortnight. She's breaking everyone one of my rules."
"Very vague statement, Arthur Pendragon. I don't have a list of sins to grant forgiveness. You enjoyed your wedding night."
"I'm sorry for yelling. I did enjoy my wedding night. She was funny, defiant, and utterly lovely. I was drawn to her. I was extremely angry to find my wife… gone."
"You should be."
"Now, you're angry again."."
"Rescind your rules for your wife."
"She needs guidance."
"Your hand is too firm. She's listening."
Voices lowered to murmurs; I drifted into a light sleep. I soaked until Morgana arrived with a cup of tea.
"Don't get out of the water until I tell," Morgana ordered. "Drink the cup of tea for your nerves."
Chamomile tea warmed my throat as I sipped thirstily. "Your husband went to discuss things with Elyan and Edwin. You're going to stay here with me for two days. You're going finish your lessons with Merlin after Edwin leaves with Elyan.
"They listened to you? Did you talk about my lessons last night?"
"I'm a witch and seer. Merlin carries a big staff. Yes, they are going to listen to me. Don't mess with wee little folk called sorcerers. No, we did not speak of our lessons last night."
"What did you talk about?"
"Chemistry."
"Are you going to forgive Arthur for his rules?"
"I already have. Just need him to twist in the wind for a bit."
"Almost two weeks?"
"Stand your ground, or they will walk all over you."
Morgana brushed a pale hand over my damp face," Drink your tea and soak. You need to heal your infection and body."
I closed my eyes; my wind wandered home.
Eylan held my hand tightly; we stood in the great room in our castle. Our families' insignia covered two coffins. Edwin hovered in the background as our ever present tutor. Edwin protected us from everything since our births. We cared for us when Mother died. He attempted to dissuade Father and Helios from their unholy alliance with Odin. My father and brother waged war against The Pendragon and his allies. They paid with their lives. Now, The Pendragon might demand retribution with our blood. I turned to stare at my twin.
"You're right Gwen," Elyan warned. "One of us is going to die."