Princess Gwen and Blacksmith/Knight Arthur. NC17- Smut
A few ideas (you don't have to use them its just a few ideas if you're stuck or have writers block). Princess Gwen and Arthur have been courting/in a relationship for years, and they finally decide to make love (lillypad9090)
Grandeur - Arthur/Gwen - NC17
"No one followed you?" he asks as she slips inside his small house behind his forge.
"No." She kisses him.
"Good," Arthur nods. "You're certain about this?"
"Yes, Arthur. I love you. Only you. I will never love another." She cups his cheeks.
"I love you, too, Guinevere, more than anything. But, your father…"
"Will never know." She reaches down and unfastens her cloak.
"I am sorry that my home is not grander," he says softly.
"Your love has all the grandeur I need," she says. Arthur kisses her deeply and carries her to his narrow bed. He sets her on the mattress and kisses her again.
Clothes fall away amid soft kisses and whispered words. Hands roam.
Her hand slips lower, wanting to know all of him.
"Oh," he grunts when her fingers wrap around his shaft. "Oh, yes," he mutters, his lips on her breast.
"Ohhh…" she moans as his callused fingers slide between her moist folds. He groans at how wet she is. For him.
He moves his fingers; she slides her hand on him in response. "Guinevere…"
"Yes, Arthur," she answers his unasked question.
The pain is unavoidable but fleeting, soon replaced by warm, tingling pleasure.
They move in synchronicity, a duet of soft moans and sweet words.
"Guinevere… I—"
"Oh, Arthur!" her exclamation interrupts his apology and he lets go, following her release with his own.
"Mmm," Gwen sighs, squirming beneath him.
"Am I too heavy?" he asks.
She tightens her arms. "Never."