I do not own "Fable 3" or any of its characters. Based on the 2010 XBOX game.
Rated M for Explicit Adult Content.
This story is based on a wonderful suggestion by Fallon-Idalia. We both want to explore the idea of a 'forced marriage' and here is one possible result in the Fable-Universe!
When the Princess begs her brother, King Logan, to spare the villagers and her childhood love, he decides to honour her request – but she must pay dearly.
Love By Decree #10
His lips were hesitant against hers, but when Amaleigh threaded her fingers caressingly through his thick black hair he returned her kiss with a sincerity and raw passion that surprised her. His own fingers found their way into her hair and gently cradled her head.
Why were Jack's fingers trembling so? She had initiated this kiss, not he, and he did not seem displeased, still, she felt she needed to encourage him lest he fear that he was taking advantage of her. She sighed against his mouth and parted her lips, gingerly tracing her tongue across his lush lower lip. He stopped breathing for a moment and Amaleigh seized the opportunity to gently touch his tongue with hers. His entire body froze.
Goodness, what to do now? Jack was obviously not angry with her, but his previous response was now arrested. Was he having second thoughts? She had to do something, and quickly. She did not want this precious opportunity to end.
The decision was made for her, however, as the Major suddenly moved once more. His right hand cupped her chin and tilted her head to one side. His dark gaze scrutinised her eyes intently, searching for something. Whatever it was, he apparently found it, for he sighed in pleasure and leaned down to capture her top lip gently between his teeth before laving his tongue over it.
Amaleigh shivered and goose flesh broke out all over her body. He kissed her top lip, then her bottom lip before claiming both in a deep kiss so possessive that her body fell slack with desire. His left arm slid around her back to support her as he deepened the kiss..
Tobacco, gun-smoke, courage, confidence, desire, raw sexuality and utter maleness; Jack smelled and tasted like all of these. A strange and powerful tingling trickled down Amaleigh's spine and her ears faintly buzzed. She could breathe, yet she felt oddly light-headed and breathless. Jack Swift was kissing her and she felt as if she could walk on air! At the same time the feel of this man's mouth persuading her lips apart for further exploration also made her feel vulnerable, but in a wondrous way. Never had surrender to another person felt so exquisite!
She had never before been kissed like this. Of course she had kissed Elliot in a similar open-mouthed fashion, but now she recalled those kisses as sweet, like candy, but also somewhat cloying. Kissing Jack was akin to tasting heady and exotic wine, perfectly aged and dangerously, but compellingly addicting.
Almost as if outside her own body, she heard herself panting and mewing softly as he explored every secret place in her mouth. Of their own accord, her fingers wound themselves more tightly into his hair and her body arched up towards his, yearning for contact.
He groaned and pulled her firmly against his chest. The buttons of his shirt pressed uncomfortably into the valley between her blanket-covered breasts, but she did not care. The heat of his body through his sweat-dampened shirt clouded her already muddling senses. She knew she wanted more of him, needed more of him, but was he willing to give himself to her, and just as importantly, did she want him to?
"Jack," she gasped, barely aware that she was speaking. But his name, the simple uttering of his name, told her what she already knew deep inside. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to be her husband more than in name and she wanted to be his wife. She longed for a genuine union between them and to spend the rest of their lives together forging and developing it. Not so long ago she would have been incapable of imagining spending her life with anyone but Elliot, and especially someone so much older than herself. Now, however, she had come to know Jack Swift, and to her mixed shame and relief, she saw in him a much better man than she had ever known in her adolescent infatuation.
But did Jack want her in the same way? After all she had said and how poorly she had behaved in the past, could he look beyond all of that and see her as she was now and for who she could be? Could he see her as a worthy wife?
"Amaleigh," Jack groaned, moving his lips to the pulse-point at the base of her throat. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
He smoothed away the hair at the side of her neck and hotly breathed on her earlobe as he spoke. "You... you are exquisite and tantalising, Amaleigh, but..."
"No 'buts,' please, Jack!"
She heard him swallow thickly and he pulled back from her, but only a little. His lips now caressed her forehead.
"Amaleigh, these are circumstances under which you may believe you desire things that you truly do not. And I... I have touched you in most ungentlemanly ways."
"You did nothing I did not want and need," she whispered, clinging to the front of his shirt. "I've come to know you, Jack, and I've come to care for you; very much so!"
"And I for you." He cradled her face between his palms and peered into her eyes. "And that is precisely why I cannot take such heinous advantage of you! We must stop now, lest I go too far and cannot!" His voice was low and husky and broke with emotion.
Jack's pupils were large and dark, his breathing fast and ragged, and his jaw clenched and unclenched. Sweat beaded his forehead and he swallowed audibly once more as he released her. Amaleigh had never seen him so discomfited.
She also realised that this could be her only chance to win him. He was already beginning to rethink their kiss; what if he began to rethink his wedding vows? It was true that they were made under duress and she had vehemently wanted no part of him then, but the lovely ring gracing her finger and his calm and solemn promises on that day reminded her that regardless of how they had come to be wed he was a man of honour. He also cared for her and was attracted to her. Why not make the most of their situation? She was more than willing to try, but could she convince him?
He was older than she and obviously experienced in ways she could not imagine. Damn her youth and ignorance! Still, she was a woman and her womanly instincts told her that even this man could be both seduced and convinced if she could prove her sincerity to him. Then they would be bound together for life and always have each other no matter what obstacles they would encounter. She could not think of anything she wanted more.
She boldly reached up and cupped his cheek. His breath hitched and his eyes fluttered closed as she caressed his cheekbone with her thumb.
"Jack, I am your wife and I no longer care how it happened. I've come to know you and I care for you more than you can know! Please do not turn me away." Her voice choked with sudden nervousness. "This is not just a moment for me, Jack. I've been thinking about us for quite some time. I want you to be my husband. I want to be your wife. And... and right now I need you as a woman needs a man. Claim me and teach me! Please do not reject me, for I could not bear it if you do!"
Damn! She had not meant to beg him. The last thing she wanted was for him to make love to her and claim her as his wife simply because she played upon his guilt or gentleman's nature.
Jack sucked in a deep breath, sounding utterly shocked. But the next moment his lips were on hers once more.
"Gods, Amaleigh, you can drive a man mad, do you know that?" he groaned against her eager mouth.
"I only want to drive you mad, Jack!" she gasped.
He pulled her close, mindful to keep the blanket covering her nakedness, and began their kiss over again. Slowly, so sweetly slowly, the tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip. Amaleigh shivered and she felt his lips curve into a smile. She parted her lips in silent invitation and the Major accepted. Slowly and gently he initiated a exploration of her lips and tongue. Soft and moist, but never wet, he caressed her tongue with a confidence that fired a fresh bolt of desire through her.
Elliot's kisses had always been a bit on the sloppy side, which now surprised her as he had admitted to having had experience with other women. Jack was relaxed and confident. He delicately and skilfully kissed her and drew back slightly every so often so as not to overwhelm her. His small exploratory kisses were gradually stoking her desire as well as demonstrating to her how pleasurable a simple kiss could be! Her previous kisses with an over-zealous Elliot were fast fading from her memory in the face of this man who was obviously savouring every moment, every sensation, and everything about the two of them right there and then.
Her eager hands found their way into his hair and his slowly and deliberately down her back and to her hips. The moment his large warm hands reached her hips her breathing involuntarily quickened. Heat and moisture seeped from the core of her desire.
"You taste so sweet, Amaleigh," he groaned. "Here," he said, tracing his tongue across the shell of her ear, causing her to shudder deliciously. "Here," he added, laving the tip across the lobe, "and here," he concluded, locking his lips at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
His hot breath felt almost scorching as he gently suckled her tender flesh. His hands stroked her hips at the same time and the dual sensations were too much for Amaleigh. Once again her body sagged in wanton surrender.
Jack chuckled softly as he supported her weight. "This old soldier can still please a woman, I take it?"
"Gods, yes! And stop saying you are old." She squarely met his gaze with her own, but her courage began to falter. After all, she was new at this sort of thing. "Please, won't you... ah..."
"Won't I what, Amaleigh? It is my genuine pleasure to be at your command."
Summoning every iota of courage she had, not to mention silently cursing the blush that suddenly covered her from head to toe, she seized the blanket and dropped it to her waist, baring her upper body to him completely.
He sucked in a breath so rapidly that he choked. Amaleigh saw with dismay that the enormity of what she was offering him had apparently only completely dawned upon him at this moment. His eyes widened, his posture stiffened, and he shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"I... ah..." he stammered, but his eyes were fixed upon her body as if he were helpless to turn away.
"You said that you are at my command, Jack," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. She could plainly see that he liked what he saw very much indeed, but for some reason he suddenly was reluctant to accept her. "I want you to take me completely. Make me yours and give yourself to me in turn. Let us finally come together as man and wife."
He swallowed nervously but did not reply.
Fear mixed with nausea and dread began to pool in the pit of her belly.
"If you do not want to see me as your wife, then cannot you take me as your lover?"
Silence.
She squeezed her eyes closed in abject shame and mortification. He was rejecting her after all! An agonised sough escaped her throat and she leaned forward to hug her knees and cover her nakedness. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought that he would truly wish to join with her either as a wife or a lover? She had seduced him nearly unto making love to her, but something still stopped him at the crucial moment despite his profession that he was at her command and had seemed quite willing to continue their amorous activities.
"What is so dreadfully wrong with me, Jack?"
"Amaleigh..." His voice was low and pained, but when he did not speak further anger and humiliation spurred her to speak since he would not.
"Leave me, Major! You've shamed me quite enough." Wounded pride and desperate defiance reared its ugly head and she spoke on. "Maybe the whores of Bowerstone will be more to your liking! They obviously know everything that I do not. Since you clearly have no qualms with refusing and abasing your wife, I shall now resume my role as your Princess. I command you to leave me be and go find yourself a woman for the night."
"Amaleigh, please! I just..."
"That is an order, Major, and there is no room for negotiation. Begone!"