Arthur
I leaned against my throne; surveying my delicate wife attempting to control her anger. She is angry for breaking my rules; she agreed to my rules. She drafted a few of them. She defied my wishes at every turn since before our marriage. My lips curled into a small smile, which causes her to direct a hard glare at me. She left my bed without her boots or slippers to roam the streets of Camelot as day breaks. My little mouse believed that she plays a sneaky game with her husband. I trailed her every time; I am a warrior, and the slightest sound awakens me. Fury walked with me as she scampered around the Lower Town. She was so happy to speak with our people. I don't blame her…I blamed Thomas, Helios, and Edwin. They allowed her to run rampant with Eylan. She's a high born princess.
A high born princess unlike every princess paraded before me. Every king wanted their daughter to become my queen; no, they wanted their daughters to become the Queen of Camelot. None of them can compare to my Guinevere; her wayward ways amused me as they infuriated me. Dark pools of molten anger rested upon my face as I slowly strolled over to my queen. I said nothing, not even a whisper. I twisted a soft strand of hair around my finger; I listened to Guinevere breathing deeply. She smelled of Lavender. Standing in her presence calmed everything that plagues my soul. I viewed a flick of her pink tongue as she traced her dry lips.
"Do you enjoy defying my wishes, Guinevere?"
"I do not defy your wishes, Arthur."
"How would you care to explain your actions?"
I watched her beautiful face twisting into a scowl, "I have no need to explain my actions to you."
"I am your husband king. You are my wife and my queen, you defer to my decree."
Her soft skin rippled under my hand; she turned her warm brown eyes upon me, and something inside my heart started to tingle. Any remnants of anger faded away from my tense body; it was replaced a tender emotions usually reserved for Morgana. The feeling was intense, tender and joyful. I love Guinevere; how did this happen? I wanted to drop my hand, and banish Guinevere to her chamber. I couldn't force myself to move away from her. I created rules to place a safe distance between Guinevere and myself. Now, I am helplessly under her spell. No, I was always under her spell even as a young boy. I defied my father to save her from Hengist. I cleaned her wounds on our long journey home. I can still feel her leaning against my chest, warm and fragile. I stayed away from her. I didn't want those emotions until now, at this very moment, I love my wife.
"Treat me as your wife and queen, not a mistress," Guinevere hissed softly like a snake ready to strike.
"However do I treat you like a mistress, my Queen?"
"I am forced to meet with Gaius…"
"I never cared about any of my mistress' health… next."
"You force me to have ladies-in waiting."
"You have replaced them with dragons."
"Arthur… I want real duties. I want to know about your life, not just your bed."
I couldn't control my hands; titling her chin up, my fingers caressed her jaw such petite bones. Her beautiful face eased every fear in my body. Her bones are so delicate. She doesn't understand that everything is to protect her from harm. I can't imagine life without her.
"I will allow you to sit with me in my Council Meetings, but you are not allowed to question or suggest…"
"I am to be your pretty doll!"
"If you had allowed me to finish, you can speak as a full member after you learn the ways of my court. Don't bring the dragons."
Impulsively, my wife placed a tiny kiss on my hand. Her small contact caused my blood to start to simmer. Caressing her cheekbones, I lowered my head until our lips meet in a tender kiss. Guinevere is resistant to opening her sweet lips; I stroked my tongue along her wide tender lips until she gasped in surprise. My tongue snuck into her mouth, seeking her sweetness. I groaned when her tongue touched mine, without breaking our kiss, I gathered Guinevere into my arms. My legs instinctively carried her to my chamber. I am secretly glad that I directed everyone from the wing. I don't know how I was able to open the door without breaking our kiss, or dropping her. I can't believe that my thoughts are still clear as everything is hot and tight on my body.
Reluctantly, I removed my mouth away from Guinevere's slightly swollen mouth. Quickly, my fingers yanked laces from her gown, she doesn't say a word as her breath grew shaky. I dropped kiss along her shoulders as my hands cupped her firm breast, stroking her hard nipples with my fingers until she squirmed and moaned in my arms. She turns her head to stare into my eyes, "Go get one the bed," I order roughly." She doesn't say a word. Guinevere's nude form departed elegantly for our bed; she tugged back the covers as she slide deeper into my bed. Her eyes watch me as I slowly removed my clothing, tossing them around my chamber. The coolness on the floors do not temper my desire. Guinevere leaned on her side; her desired filled eyes focus on my face; she sent a silent message when she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for me. I paused when I reach our bed to stroke a few wayward strands of hair. I tugged her wrist until the wrist beside her head," Don't move your hands, Guinevere." She looked at me in confusion, but she nodded. I couldn't explain that I wanted to savor her, if she touches me I will lose control.
Her center is wet and warm; resisting the urge to sink into her willing body; my lips covered the moist cavern of her mouth, our tongues tangling as my hands roamed along her soft curves. I tore my mouth away to rain kisses along her jawbone. My aching groin rubbed roughly against her center forcing soft moans to escape Guinevere's delicious lips. Moving down her warm body, my lips encased a hard nipple, sucking hard. Her skin is sweeter than my best wine. I slipped her other nipple into my hot mouth. Guinevere's chest arched off of the bed as delight begins to take over her senes. I covered her breasts with my hands, my fingers flicking her aching nipples. My tongue traced her navel as I edged lower. Her fragrance intoxicated me; drawing me deeper into her secret recess. My tongue traveled slowly down her molten center causing my beloved to squirm and grasp in pleasure. My hands reached up to caresses and stroke her damp breasts; my tongue intently stroked her center, forcing moans and grunts from her quivering chest. She was sweet on my tongue, and I can't resist the urge to drink her essence, not even her screams of pleasure could stop my desire to please my love. Perhaps, it was her quivers and whimpers, and my aching hardness that forced me to lean between Guinevere; slowly, entering her with measured strokes. My hands glided over her thighs. I needed contact with my wife. I rested my body upon hers, wrapping my arms tightly around her upper body, crushing her breasts under my chest. Her hair tangled in my fingers. I set a steady slow rhythm, attempting to savor every moment inside of her moist molten body. Our lips caught in tender kisses. On their accord, Guinevere's legs wrapped around my waist, encouraging me to push our desire to an intense pinnacle. Her fingers breaking my rule, scraped my back. I groaned deeply from pleasure and pain. Gwen arched into me; my mouth caught her groans of pleasure as she crested from our lovemaking. Kissing her neck, I drove deeply into her several times until I released myself with a harsh grunt. I didn't hesitate to roll on my back to protect Guinevere from my weight. Her fingers traced on along the fine hair on my chest. She snuggled into my arms; her eyes rowing heavy from exhaustion. I kissed her brow. I attempted to push away nagging thoughts. What if she doesn't fall in love with me? I can love her enough for the both of us, can't I?
