Smut. Pure, unadulterated smut is in store for you if you read this. Erotica. You have been warned.
Everyone danced into the night, and it was well past midnight by the time anyone went to bed, and some did not go alone. Athena saw Morgana and Gwen skitter off, and she was glad they had each other, just as she had Arthur.
When all was done, Arthur swept her into his arms, typical bridal style, and they bid everyone goodnight. As they left, she heard some whistles from the knights, and she almost choked on her laughter.
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When they reached Arthur's chambers, he kicked open the door, to reveal a room smelling of coconuts and vanilla, and the bedspread was a deep, purplish marron, from what she could tell.
The room was lit by the hearth, and candles placed in clusters in each corner, and on shelves above them. She was in awe, and Arthur grinned.
He placed her gently on her feet, and it was then she started to become nervous again. She knew what was to happen now, she'd heard so many storied about girl's wedding nights, of how it would be painful, of how she would have to endure it to make her husband happy. But now that she thought of it, she knew Arthur would never hurt her. Well, unless she wanted it. But she'd save that for another time.
Arthur looked at Athena, and saw the worried look upon her face, and she was biting her lower lip, something he noticed she did when she got anxious. He knew what it was about, right now.
"Athena, we don't have to do this, I know how scary it can be, and I promise you I won't hurt you." His voice was so caring, so wanting, it was her breaking point.
Turning around, she pressed her hands against the door, and he knew she was about to leave. Or so he thought.
"Undress me, Arthur?" Were her only words, and he needed no more. He slowly started to unbutton the silken beads holding together her dress, taking a deep breath when he saw it fall to the floor, leaving her bare to him.
Pressing his lips against the side of her neck, he ran his hands along her sides, causing her to shiver for all the right reasons. His hands went up, gently handling her breasts from behind, and letting out a soft groan beside her ear.
"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this." He whispered, pinching her nipples, and causing a soft gasp to escape Athena's throat.
She leaned back, and felt him thrust his hips against the small of her back, letting her feel his erection, still covered by his trousers. She thanked the gods he couldn't see her face, because she knew it was torn between being afraid of it, and wanting everything to do with it.
She felt him pull away, and heard the rustling of clothes, and when all went silent, she turned around, looking and the Adonis that was her new husband. She looked him up and down, and was glad for the room already being tinged red due to the flames coming from all sources, because she was pretty sure she was a flame herself.
His erection was impressive. It was near massive, and she was slightly afraid. She lifted her eyes again, and saw the slight outline of her teeth on his chest, just above his heart. The sight made her grin, and it boosted her confidence.
She walked to him, and he raised his arms, as if going for a hug, but she ignored it, and pushed him. He wasn't expecting it, and he immediately stumbled back, falling to the bed with a soft "thump"
He looked at her, confused, then almost hungry with desire as he saw the look in her eyes. It was the face of a lioness stalking her prey, and if Athena was anything, she was a lioness.
Athena crawled onto the bed, and swung a leg over Arthur's hips, straddling him, and sitting just above where his cock could reach.
She pressed her lips against his, and thrust her tongue inside his eagerly waiting mouth. They battled for dominance, but Athena won, her hands digging into Arthur's hair, and pulling, much to his pleasure.
Arthur had never admitted this to anyone, but he loved pain. Giving it, and inflicting it, in the bedroom at least. That's why when Athena had slapped him, he had wanted her to do it again. That's why when she bit him, he wanted her to do it again, all over. But he'd never admit this, for he knew that she would never agre-
"O-Oh God!" He cried, feeling her teeth digging into his throat, those lips of hers sucking on his collarbone until he knew he'd be marked.
She grinned, and continued to bite and suck her way across his throat, jaw and collarbone, her very core humming at the noises he made as she did so.
She never pegged him for the moaning, masochistic type, but she was wrong, and it felt oh-so-right. Let's just hope he liked inflicting, as well as taking.
She lifted her head, and looked down at him, at his panting, flushed form.
His lips looked utterly swollen, and Athena smirked. That was her doing. With just a couple of bites and kisses, this man, the love of her life, the Crown Prince of Camelot, was a panting, wriggling mess underneath her.
It was absolutely liberating.
She decided to test the waters, by looking him in the eyes, and straight up digging her nails into his chest, and scratching down.
His reaction was immediate. His back arched, and a loud moan was torn from his throat. She bit her lip, and he looked at her, understanding in his eyes. She liked this. She liked giving him pain, and he liked her doing it. It was an unspoken deal. He nodded quietly, and she grinned, placing a hand against his face, and kissing him slowly, when she felt his fingers creeping up her thigh, and between her legs. She went still, not knowing what he was doing, until she gasped in pleasure.
His fingers were massaging her tight bundle of nerves, and if she were standing, she would have collapsed.
The candles in the room grew brighter with her arousal, and her soft moans were music to Arthur's ears.
He slowly slipped a finger inside of her, and was surprised to find she was a virgin. He wasn't calling her a whore, no. But a woman as beautiful as her, he had assumed she'd already been with a man. He was honored to be her one and only.
He slipped another finger in, and was amazed at how her wetness dripped down his hand, soaking all of his fingers.
"A-Arthur..!" Moaned Athena, pressing her face against his neck, and biting down on it to quiet her sounds. As much as he loved being bitten. He loved her moaning his name even more. He pushed her, so she was on her back next to him, and he slipped another finger inside, the heel of his hand pressing and rubbing her clit.
Refusing to give up her power, she dug her hair into his golden locks, and pulled his face down, kissing him passionately, ravenously.
Athena moaned against his lips, and started thrusting her hips as he slowly fingered her.
"A-Arthur. I need more. Please." Athena begged, and Arthur wasn't so sure.
"Please!" She moaned, and Arthur gave in. He lifted himself above her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, before putting his hands on her hips, and lifting her, using his hips to slide the tip of his member against her soaking wet slit, that if he cared to look, had left a dark wet spot on the bed.
She was tired of his hesitation, and she took matters into her own hands. She sat up, and practically tackled him, making him fall over, and she was now straddling him again, the predatory gleam back into her eyes, and for a moment he was scared, until he felt the wet, hot walls of her wrap around his aching member. Then, all thought that wasn't primal and hungry went out the window.
He gasped loudly, his hands going to her hips, and digging in roughly. Athena threw her head back, causing the pins holding together her hair to fall out, and her mass of hair to be free. The sight of her, sinking down onto him, her hair outlined by the candles around them, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.
He held back, and Athena took a few moments, his cock fully inside of her, before nodding, and lifting her hips up, and then down, her slow pace torturous and sadomasochistic.
She looked at him, and leaned forwards, kissing him gently, before leaning towards him, and whispered the words that were his undoing.
"Arthur Pendragon, would you do your wife the honor of fucking her against a wall?"
The words she said were so seductive, so dirty, that Arthur couldn't process them. But when he did, he didn't need to be asked twice. He was up, and pressing her against a tapestry-covered wall within seconds, her legs wrapped around him, and his hips pounding into her mercilessly, all thought of carefulness dead.
Athena cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders, and tears running down her face. They weren't tears of pain, oh no, they were of sheer joy, and ecstasy.
Arthur pressed his face against her neck, his breath labored, and his hands gripping her tight, round ass to keep her from falling to the floor. He was close, but he wanted her to come first. He wanted to see her eyes as she came because of him. He wanted her to yell.
Pressing her more firmly against the wall, he slipped a hand between them, and started rubbing her clit, pinching and lightly pulling on it, and before he knew it, Athena was gasping, and shuddering.
"A-Arthur, I think I'm gonna..." She sounded so desperate for release, so damn gorgeous…
"Come for me, Athena." Whispered Arthur, continuing to pound into the woman
Athena leaned her head back against the wall, and she screamed his name, her eyes flashing a deep purple, and barely noticing the window of the room shattering outwards, onto the empty courtyard below, not caring that the entire kingdom could probably hear her, only caring about the man inside her, causing her the most pleasure she'd ever felt in her life.
Arthur couldn't take it, after hearing her call his name out like that, he came inside of her, his cock practically convulsing as it shot stream after stream into her. He came, whispering her name over and over against her neck, and with her hands buried in his hair.
Arthur carried her tired form back to the bed, and lay her down. He lay next to her, and she quietly crawled half onto him, laying her chest against his, and sighing slightly.
She waved her hand, muttering slightly, and the glass returned to the window, except instead of the random painted glass it usually was, the colours were now arranged to look like a dragon, and a lioness, prowling towards each other.
The dragon, obviously symbolized his kingdom, and him, and the lioness, Athena. Regal. Beautiful. Clever. Deadly.
They fell asleep together, and they can both say, it was the best sleep either of them had ever had.
I'd like to thank Arianna Le Fay for so many good ideas, and all of the input that she's put into this story! I'm going to label this story as done for now, but I will probably add more smut scenes later on in time! Message me if you'd like to see more!