I don't own Fable 3 – Lionhead Studios and Microsoft does. Based on the 2010 XBOX game.
Rated M for explicit adult content.
Princess Rowena is not a woman who experiences the pleasures everybody else seems to... in bed. Her fear that she can never properly love a man, or he her, is becoming more of a problem, especially since a certain Major has captured more than just her attention.
Note – Goodness, this is turning out to be more wordy than I ever expected. Please forgive my rambling! Somehow, the good Major has made it impossible for me to wrap this up as quickly as I had at first planned. :)
Major Problem For the Princess #4
Despite the fact that the Major's breeches had only three buttons downward and two for the flap, Rowena knew she would likely need his help removing them. Her hands were trembling as badly as they had while she had laboured to remove his shirt and she was grateful now for his offer of assistance. However, as things turned out, he was not assisting her, but doing the job himself.
Rowena vaguely realised that her eyes had widened and her lips parted in anticipation of his offer to "Allow me." She remained kneeling above him and stared down at his hands as they worked the buttons, but Jack Swift did not have an easy time of it. She saw this his hands were trembling and she wondered at that. Then she realised that not only was he likely a little nervous at this sort of intimacy with her, but also that his body was reacting quite strongly. She now saw his unmistakeable desire for her, but sternly reminded herself that men nearly always reacted such. Physical desire did not equal love or even regard. Still, she was pleased at the large bulge she saw beneath the fabric and the knowledge that she was the cause of it sent a surge of self-esteem through her.
Her apprehensive yet eager green eyes sought his dark ones and the mixture of passion and raw desire she saw in them made her mouth go dry. She licked her lips and heard his sudden hiss of indrawn breath at the sight. She couldn't help but smile. Yes, she was afraid, but not so much so that she wanted to stop. In fact, her fear felt healthy and natural. Or rather, it was not so much fear as a strong apprehension; but that was not surprising considering that she was unconvinced that she could please this man.
Yet pleasing him did not seem to be of paramount importance at the moment. Jack clearly wanted to please her and assuage her fears, and so she would give him every opportunity to do so. But would that be enough? Would that be fair to him? She closed her eyes for a moment to ponder. No, it was not enough. She did indeed want to please him, and very much so. She wanted to see him, touch him, and take in all of him that she could, and if that included the complete love act, she would be happy even if she could not...
"Stop it!" she hissed, and then opened her eyes quickly as she realised she had said that out loud.
"Rowena?"
"Forgive me, I was not speaking to you!" She saw his hands tremble more violently over his buttons and she covered them with her own for a moment, stilling them. "I was telling myself to stop my imagination from running wild! I am reminding myself that I have nothing to fear; not from you."
He smiled in delight and the sight of his pleased expression warmed her. It also heated the knot of desire that had begun to form deep in her belly and now began to make its way downwards toward her sex.
"Oh, do hurry with those!" she burst out, releasing his hands. Then she laughed nervously. "I... I am sorry! I find myself at turns both nervous and impatient!"
Jack laughed deep and low and then surprised her by pulling her down to him to kiss her soundly. "There is nothing to be sorry for, my dear! As long as you do not fear me, I do not mind your impatience, believe me!"
Instead of returning to her position on her knees, Rowena allowed her full weight to rest atop him. She did not allow him to stop kissing her, for she was enjoying it too much! He did not seem in a hurry to end their kiss, for he pulled his hands from the buttons and held her firmly against him. After several long and almost ravenous kisses she felt him shift their position so that they were lying on their sides. He gathered her to him once again but this time Rowena assisted their embrace by wrapping a leg around the backs of his thighs. She wanted him as close to her as possible.
Her belly welcomed the pressure of his erection and to her surprise and pleasure she felt herself begin to moisten between her legs. She hadn't experienced that in years! Well, in truth, she had at times when she was with Jack or when thought of him as she lay in bed at night, but this was more than a little moisture; it was an almost copious amount.
Those deep brown eyes were the same eyes that had, for many, many months, been both a beacon into and a guardian, of sorts, to her soul. Those hands were the same hands that had, with endless patience, held hers to assist her in learning every proper technique of using rifles and pistols. They had also assisted in instructing her how to assemble, disassemble, load, and clean her weapons. Many times Rowena had fumbled purposely just to enjoy the sensation of those strong, warm, and calloused hands on hers. He had never noticed her 'calculated mistakes,' or had he? There had been times when that lush mouth of his had curved in amusement and the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen in appeared to be pleasure.
She gasped now, embarrassed, against his mouth. Her body was beginning to respond to him and they were not even undressed! She tried to remember if she had ever felt such with Elliot, but she could not recall! Not only did her time with Elliot seem so long ago, but Jack Swift's very presence was proving to make thinking of any other man an impossibility.
Attentive to her every sound and movement, Jack paused in his actions.
"Rowena, are you all right? Are you afraid, even a little?"
"I... I do not know," she gasped, "but if I do not know, then I must not be! I am just a little confused by what I am feeling, I think."
She suddenly realised that she sounded like an untried girl. "What I mean is," she hurried on, "is that my body is feeling things that it never has before. Is that odd, as we are not even yet undressed?"
Jack pulled back from her just enough to take her hand. He gently cupped it around the evidence of his arousal. "No," he said softly. "For you have a very profound effect on me as well, and you have not removed any of your clothing at all. The difference is," he began, but Rowena's hand pressing and stroking over his erection caused him to pause and his breath to hitch.
"Is what?" she asked, curious. She liked feeling that hot and hard evidence that he wanted her, but knew she should not toy with him too much lest he either lose control of himself or become displeased with her. She pulled her hand back and blushed. "I apologize. I do not mean to test your poor body so!"
He snatched her hand and pressed it back to himself. "I like how you touch me, my dear, and never, ever, apologize for doing so. You may touch me any way you like at any time."
She couldn't help but giggle. "Jack, have a care in what you say! Suppose I were to touch you like this in the middle of the Fort?"
"Then I would be the envy of every man there," he replied with a smile. "But, point taken! Still, I do not want you to apologize. Please, look at me, touch me, do whatever you like; I want you to be comfortable." His smile broadened. "If I am very lucky, my dear, I shall soon be able to touch you in similar ways!"
Rowena felt the blush staining her cheeks flow down to her cleavage. The Major's eyes flicked to the flesh near the ties to her blouse, revealing that he was well aware of his effect on her.
"Ah... only if you would wish such a thing," he amended. His hand still pressed hers over that part of him she could swear was throbbing and only when she resumed her tentative caressing did he release her hand.
"Oh, as I was saying before, the only difference is that being a man, my body betrays itself more obviously than yours when aroused. You may hide arousal from me, at least to an extent, but I fear I shall always be an open book to you!"
She smiled. "I understand. But...ah..." She cleared her throat nervously now. "Please, I... I would like to see you now."
"Oh, of course!"
He hastily unfastened the buttons of his breeches.
"Stop," Rowena whispered. She got off the bed and then moved to its edge and leaned over him. "Now, just raise yourself a bit... yes, like so." She pulled the breeches smoothly off him, making certain to take his underpants along with them.
Jack looked startled at her rush of courage and impatience, but said nothing about it. Only with a quirking of an eyebrow did he betray his pleasure at her boldness. He cleared his throat and gestured toward his feet with a sheepish expression.
"My dear, allow me at least the dignity of being completely nude and not looking utterly ridiculous by wearing stockings!"
Rowena stared down at him in amazement, utterly still. His body was more amazing than she had anticipated. She should have expected nothing less, as the rest of him was, in her eyes, perfect. His belly was taut and his thighs thick and powerful. His limbs, like his chest, had a pleasing amount of dark hair, but not so much so as to conceal themselves from her. Finally, she gazed at what she had been too embarrassed to moments before; his manhood.
She swallowed with a mixture of fear and awe. He was considerably larger than Elliot, and his thickness was impressive, albeit somewhat intimidating. The moistness between her thighs intensified and she realised when she looked into the Major's eyes that she was breathing rapidly and shallowly, not to mention staring at him with wide eyes.
"Oh," she gasped, attempting to divert his attention from her wanton reaction, "your stockings! Let me remove them." She pulled them off simultaneously, tossed them to the floor atop the rest of his discarded clothing and stepped back from the bed to gaze at him some more.
Besides the long thick scar that ran from his torso to his hip, he did not have many others. The remaining ones were surprisingly few and did nothing to mar his attractiveness. Truthfully, Rowena found them enticing in that she felt they enhanced his male physical beauty. He was a strong and rugged man, yet his face, eyes, and everything else about him proved that he was so much more.
'Gentleman Jack Swift' was a magnificent soldier, but also a scholar. He was a brilliant strategist, but also a sensitive and caring man. He was uncannily skilled in both close and distant combat, but especially with firearms; but he was not intolerant with those who were not. He was an extremely patient and diligent teacher.
And now, Rowena wondered, what was he like as a lover?
She whirled around the moment she felt the 'dreaded drama tears' prick at her eyes. Why did such terrible jealousy surge within her each time she began to relax and enjoy Jack's tender and most welcome company? He was offering himself completely to her, and without conditions, yet all she could do was feel anger toward all the women before her who had ever enjoyed his attentions. Was he as affectionate and patient with them as he was with her? Was he just as charming and caring? Would she, like all the women Ben Finn had bedded, end up as another proverbial 'notch' on his belt? Even if that was not the case she knew, at least at this moment, that she positively loathed every woman he had ever graced with his affection.
Before he could inquire about her reaction she turned back to him with a smile, determined to not ruin this night! The unfortunate man had already endured more than enough distasteful and embarrassing emotional displays from her. Thankfully she was able to stem her tears and could only hope that her eyes were not glistening.
"Rowena, what are you feeling?" he asked.
Damnation, he saw!
"I am just a little nervous, is all," she lied. "But I think I can move past that if I..." She hesitated for a moment when he narrowed his eyes, obviously wondering if she was being truthful with him. "If I do this," she concluded, deciding that she ought to just forge ahead. If she was lucky, she would also be able to distract him sufficiently from any questions stirring about in that brilliant mind of his.
She unlaced her bodice and in one quick movement drew it up over her head and cast it aside, baring her upper body save for the corset which she hated, yet wore because she was self-conscious of her rather large bosom. Besides, the size of her 'womanly assets' required more support than a mere shift would provide, and with all the activity in her life, she needed something beneath the gowns, shirts, and tunics she wore. And, as much as she was loath to admit it to herself, the corset actually took less time and effort than binding her breasts would. She did not lace her corset tightly, but just enough that her movements were minimally restricted but her bosom protected.
Her bold ploy had the desired effect.
"By the gods, Rowena, you are more beautiful than I imagined!"
He had imagined her thus? She smiled in pleasure. He looked completely enthralled with her and she was not even bared to her waist yet. The light shirt she wore beneath the corset was light, almost sheer, and one she made for herself to protect her flesh from the abrasions of the device. She also only made it just slightly larger than the corset so that when she wore a gown or shirt she did not feel as if she were wearing any unnecessary layers of clothing.
"Shall I proceed," she asked him, "or would you like that pleasure?"
His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, fixed on the swelling of her mounds just above the corset and under-shirt, and for a moment his mouth worked but was unable to form words. At last he managed, "Ah, my dear, as much pleasure as it would give me to disrobe you myself, I think I would rather watch you do so this time."
This time? Did he know what he had just said? Rowena did not dare attempt to form any conclusion for fear of not only her jealousy rising again, but other more dangerous feelings along with it.
"Very well." She reached behind her and untied the lacing at the small of her back. Slowly she widened the restricting string until the garment was loose enough to remove. She did not remove it immediately, however, as she was immensely enjoying the play of emotions on his face. He seemed more than pleased, he looked positively bewitched!
She allowed the corset to slip down her form-fitted trousered legs to her feet and stepped out of it. She then slowly peeled the under-shirt from her torso and raised it. She hesitated, hoping that Jack would like her body. She had not feared that before, but she suddenly wondered if she was as attractive as his previous women...
"Stop it!" she whispered harshly to herself, and from Jack's indrawn breath knew that she had not only spoken aloud once again but that he understood her conflicting feelings and was allowing her to sort through them as she wished.
Rowena lifted the sheer garment over her head and dropped it, meeting his gaze squarely as it fluttered to the floor.
"Do you... approve?" she asked, unable to stop her voice from quavering.
"Gods, Rowena, yes! You are the most exquisite creature I have ever beheld!"
He rose from the bed and approached her. "You are so beautiful!" he said, his voice tinged with awe. He pulled her with him to the bed and sat on the edge, positioning her between his legs.
"Will you allow me to touch you?" he asked, his voice suddenly very hoarse.
Swallowing down a lump of nervousness, Rowena nodded.
Jack pulled her close. He slowly reached up and cupped her breasts lightly, thumbs barely brushing across her nipples. They hardened at once and Rowena locked her knees to avoid sagging to the floor.
He had barely touched her and she felt almost as if she were about to puddle at his feet in a wanton heap of desire! Why, after all these years, was she experiencing such powerful sensations? She never had before. Perhaps her strong feelings for Jack made the difference? Regardless, as nervous as she was, she was also eager to feel more; much more.
Jack was now gazing at her with a look akin to absolute adoration, but this time Rowena did not wish to remain neutral in regard to her own emotions. She was in love with Jack Swift; this she knew without a doubt. She could only hope to survive this night with her heart intact. In the meantime she would enjoy every moment with him and attempt to pleasure him in return.
His hands slowly circled her full pale mounds. He gently traced over the red marks left by her shirt and corset and soothed them, but always returned to her breasts. Maddeningly, however, he barely touched her aching nipples. It was if he were teasing her, leading her to not only want more firm touches and caresses from him, but to need them.
Very well, she surmised, Jack knew what he was doing. Besides, his hands on her felt divine! She closed her eyes and he now cupped her breasts, lightly squeezed, and then lifted his hands a little, as if testing their weight and fullness against a previous personal calculation.
A nervous laugh bubbled from her lips. "So, are my 'assets' larger or smaller than you expected, Major?"
He had the good grace to blush. "Ah, pardon me, but when presented with such a delightful opportunity, and one I feared I would never... ah..." He cleared his throat and looked up into her amused expression.
"Neither, actually," he replied with a low chuckle. "They are perfect, just as I expected."
"Well then, you must have greater knowledge and expectations of my own body than I do."
"I would not say that," he said, "but I believe I have more faith in you and what you can experience than you do."
Rowena pondered for a moment. "Fair enough; you may be right."
"Shall we see?" he asked, then shook his head in response to his own question. "No, this is not about that any longer. I already know, my dear Rowena, that you are all woman and more perfect than you have ever imagined."
"But I..."
"Hush," he said gently. "Please, allow me a few minutes. If I frighten you or you wish me to stop, tell me at once. Otherwise, pray permit me a little time to appreciate you. Is that all right, Rowena?"
She sighed in relief and relaxed. "Yes, Jack, it is."
He lightly grasped her behind to hold her steady and pressed his mouth between her breasts. At her resulting gasp, he slowly, achingly slowly, began to kiss his way around one breast, then the other. He avoided the tips that throbbed and ached to be touched and instead built her desire steadily and surely.
Rowena closed her eyes and her head fell back as she was simultaneously pleased and frustrated by his kisses. His hands slowly began to knead her bottom and she involuntarily pressed her belly forward, silently pleading with him for more of... something.
Jack's mouth, after several achingly long minutes, moved onto her left breast and toward her nipple. His tongue laved over the puckered bud and she moaned aloud. She expected him to draw it into his mouth, but he did not. Instead he pulled back and blew on the tiny peak. She shivered violently in response to the hot-cold sensation and wound her quivering fingers into his hair.
"Jack!" she gasped, feeling her knickers moisten even more. Goodness, if this kept up she would wet herself dreadfully! She had never had so much moisture seep from her so helplessly before.
"Hmm?" He repeated the action on her right breast and her knees buckled.
Jack firmly grasped her hips, helping her remain upright. "Just a little longer, my dear, and then you may lay down," he gently told her.
"Very well," she gasped. "I'll try to manage!"
"Good girl," he replied silkily. "You like this, then?"
"Oh, yes!"
He then drew her left nipple into his mouth and suckled it. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him. He was so calm and she was so excited and aroused that she feared she could not endure much more. How did he...
"Never mind how!" she whispered hoarsely to herself, but once again out loud. It seemed she was unable to keep anything from this man.
"Yes," he murmured, his hands massaging her backside more firmly, "Do not wonder how or why, just feel, Rowena!"
She was relieved that he did not question her; he simply proceeded as he wished. When he sucked on her nipple harder, however, and then lightly nipped it with his teeth, she could bear no more. Her knees gave way and more moisture seeped from her core.
Jack easily caught her and lay her in the centre of the bed. He looked down at her flushed face and mussed hair and smiled. "Are you all right?"
"More than all right, Jack! But I... I am..."
"You are what?"
She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment to collect herself, then opened them again to reveal the truth.
"I am embarrassed!"
An eyebrow quirked. "Embarrassed? Is that good or bad?"
"Good, I think. But I am also a little afraid that something about me will be..." She broke off again. Surely being wet was normal for an aroused woman, but was her moisture more or less than normal? Would he be displeased by it, or worse, off-put?
He took charge and slid a hand between her thighs, causing her to gasp and clamp them together, both trapping his hand and embarrassing herself further.
"Are you worried about this?" he asked, peering into her eyes with a gentle and understanding expression.
She swallowed, nodded, and relaxed her thighs. He did not remove his hand, however. Instead, he stroked her centre boldly.
"Oh, gods!" she gasped in mortification, turning her face away from him. She knew he could feel her seeping and that she had wet his fingers!
"Rowena," he said, still stroking her, "this is a good thing! And do you know why?"
When she did not face him, he continued. "It is a good thing, nay, a wondrous thing, because it means that I am giving you what you need! It means that you desire me and that I can please you. This means that I am the happiest man in Albion tonight. I have the woman of my heart beside me, wanting me, caring about how I feel, and, if I am not flattering myself, desiring me as much as I desire her!"
Rowena was in awe. He was right! Slowly she turned her head and looked into the eyes she adored.
"Jack," she whispered, "you are the most amazing man I have ever known." It was her turn to place her hand over his. She pressed his fingers more firmly against her sex, encouraging him to continue stroking her. "I must say something and you must promise to not interrupt me. Please?"
"Anything," he groaned softly, stroking her in earnest now.
"I... oh!" She found speaking impossible now, as his fingers were creating the loveliest and most exquisite sensations.
"Yes?" he teased, not stopping his mischievous fingers.
"Bastard!" she said with a laugh. She stilled his hand. "Just a moment. Hear me out and then, if you wish it, I would like to be rid of these." She nodded to her trousers.
He quickly snatched his hand away. "Well then, speak on! The sooner the better, my dear Rowena. I would very much like you to be rid of those."
His eyes were bright and filled with what looked very close to love, Rowena thought, but did not dare dwell on that possibility. What if she was wrong? Regardless, she spoke, and this time without fear.
"Jack, I care for you more than I have ever cared about any man. I desire you more than I ever thought I would be capable of, even if my... problem remains. Already you have made me happier than I ever dreamt of, and you've made me feel beautiful and desirable. I know you have had many women, and likely..."
Jack frowned and sternly placed a finger over her lips. "I am glad I did not speak a promise! Rowena," he said firmly, "perhaps I should allow you to speak and get that ridiculous notion out of your head about 'other women', but at the moment it distresses me too much!"
"I... what?" Rowena was so taken aback that she did not know what to say. Why was he so upset? She was only speaking the truth, and she had no illusions that she would be the last woman to warm his bed. He had admitted to jealousy earlier, but that in itself did not mean that he was looking for a wife much less a committed relationship. Especially not with her.
"Rowena, you wound me to the quick with your words, and I am truly sorry that you are so troubled by my past. Or do I flatter myself?" He looked uncertain now, and her heart went out to him.
"Oh, Jack, you do not flatter yourself! I am indeed troubled by your past; I cannot help myself! But I want to assure you that I have no illusions of what I mean to you. I simply am trying to tell you how very much you mean to me and how happy you have made me even though we have not even come together yet!"
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in agitation. "By the gods, I have never wanted to kiss a woman senseless and shake the nonsense out of her at the same time! You drive me to distraction, Rowena, do you realise that? You consume me, you bewitch me, you grant me clarity and befuddle me all at once! Do you have even the vaguest notion of how you truly affect me?"
Mute with shock, Rowena shook her head.
Jack's nostrils flared in passionate frustration and the hand in his hair moved down and tugged at his perfect moustache, pulling it out of shape; something Rowena had previously thought impossible. His eyes glinted with a fierce light, but she did not fear him. Instead, she found herself realising that she had hurt him; deeply.
"Jack, I am so sorry!" She fisted both hands in his wildly tousled hair and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely. "I must tell you the truth, even though it means I am breaking my own word! Please forgive me for being so dishonourable, but I cannot contain myself any longer."
Jack stayed where she had pulled him, his head hovering over hers, eyes boring into her own, and his breath coming in harsh pants.
"I may forever be an incomplete woman, or I may not; I do not know any longer!" she said desperately, needing him to listen to her and to understand. "But I will claim no hold over your heart if you do not wish it. I, however, freely offer you mine for whatever it is worth to you. I am so jealous of your past women that I cannot bear to think of them! I am hurt and angry that any woman exists upon whom you have bestowed your affections and attentions." She kissed him again, and in her eager and desperate passion accidentally bit his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Jack licked his lip, tasted the blood, and smiled a smug and satisfied smile. "You bit me," he said wonderingly. "You actually bit me!"
"Jack, I am so..."
He kissed her into silence. Rowena felt his body press full-length upon hers, but she did not mind his weight; in fact, she welcomed it. His naked erection pressed between her legs and she knew she needed to rid herself of the rest of her clothing at once. The coalescing desire that had been steadily building between her legs was now throbbing so insistently that it bordered on pain.
She attempted to reach between their bodies and unfasten her trousers but Jack stopped her, seizing her hand and staring into her eyes so intently that she stilled at once.
"Say it, Rowena!"
"Say what?" Her mind raced. Speak of his past? Her past? Her offering of her heart to him?
He drew upward enough to press his hand over her heart. "You know what," he said, his dark eyes almost black now. "You told me earlier that I could not, but now you can. Say it and release me from my unwilling silence!"
His hands cradled her face and he kissed her again, his blood trickling into her mouth and making her heady with passion, confusion, and... hope?
"Say it!" he said, a mixture of fierceness and pleading in his tone. "Say it, I beg of you, or by the gods, I may not be accountable for my actions!"