Chapter 5: Love, Honor, and Obey

Noelle sat up in bed, sleepy-eyed, startled by Athos' intentional slam of the bedroom door. She watched him as he glared at her through bloodshot eyes like a predator stalking a fragile fawn. She could smell the odor of alcohol steaming off his body.

He shed his tabbard and tugged his cavalier shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor as he made his way to her side.

"You are drunk!" She spat, scooting out of his reach.

He ignored her, dropping his pants and baldric.

"You are not touching me while intoxicated!" She shrieked, pounding her tiny fist on the mattress like a spoiled child.

He had no intention of molesting her until she continued to rile him. With warrior-like speed, he shoved her flat and wrapped his fingers around her throat. "I will touch you anytime I please." Using his knee, he jacked her knees apart and positioned himself between her thighs. "I will fuck you however I desire." She opened her mouth to recoil against the vulgarity escaping his lips, but words faltered as he tightened his grip on her throat. "You are mine, Noelle. You are my wife and I your master. You will obey my every beckon and call."

He released her throat and sank to her mouth. He kissed her viciously, deep and hard. He sucked her tongue, bit her lips, slurping and moaning as he did. She did not seem to mind the mauling. Within seconds she was returning the vigor in his kiss wanting him just as much as he wanted her.

Feeling her nipples taut with desire, he trailed down to her breasts spending ample time on both. They were medium size and firm, perfect in his opinion. Everything about her was perfect, except for her willful mouth.

Erotically slow, he licked down her abdomen to between her legs where he sucked on each inner thigh leaving marks that would bear his lust for days to come. He had marked her as she was his to mark.

Inhaling her scent deep into his lungs, relishing her feminine fragrance, he parted her folds feasting on the sight of a rosy pink seam. The sight causing his mouth to water with anticipation. Tenderly at first, he mesmerized up and down her seam, peeking his tongue in when he came to her threshold. She sobbed with delight with each thrust of his long tongue. Her clit budding, begging for climax, he leeched on, working his jaws while thrusting a hooked finger manipulating her rough spot. Wailing, Noelle thrashed her head back and forth, grinding her cunt into his face. She had fingered herself countless times alone and never conjured such euphoria as this. Her womb felt as if it was about to burst. Her head span. Her ears rang. No longer able to control her lust, she captured a fist full of his hair and rode his face, smearing and grinding to a promised pace.

"Athos!" She squealed with rapture, her entire body convulsing, shaking with delirium. He dropped to her threshold, applying suction until every drop of her flowed down his throat. Exhausted, she collapsed, listening to him slurp as if he was eating something divine.

He slithered up her body, her perspiration marring into his flesh. Erratically, he seized her throat once more, peering down into her salted reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing still agile, hair tangled and disarray. "The only thing you are good for is fucking." He growled, his words generated from alcohol.

The vitality return to her gaze. She shot up ready to battle only to meet another conquering kiss. Like an addiction, she melted against him. He a drug that she could not get enough of. Spreading her legs, moaning, she invited him to fill her. For him she would play the willing whore.

Before fulfilling her desire, he drifted his passion to her neck while stroking her inner rough spot once again. She was not quite sure what he was fondling inside her, but whatever it was it felt exhilarating.

Now slick and fully aroused, he bent her to on all fours and entered her from behind, primitively like a stallion would a mare. In this position she could feel him thrusting against the same spot he had been stimulating before. He fucked her slow with only half his length while fingerfucking her clit.

The same sensations rekindled in her womb once more, but this time there was something different, something that did not seem quite right. She bit her lip, trying to drown her anxiety away with the ravishment of her clit. She sobbed lustfully, thrashed her head a bit until finally she could take no more. "Athos, stop!"

When he did not obey, she tried to lunge forward. He caught her and hoisted her up on his hips into a helpless position where there was no escape, now thrusting faster against her G-spot.

"Please stop!" She lamented, her voice shaking with each quiver of her body. Every nerve in her body pained with raw emotion.

"Shh.." He shushed her. "You do not want me to stop." He purred sensually, rubbing her clit faster and faster, fucking her deeper and harder. He knew the first time orgasm originated from the G-spot was overwhelming and sometimes inexperienced women thought they wanted it to stop.

At the moment she did until her body convulsed, her womb spasmed and she knew then that this was going to be most elation she had ever experienced in her life. She screamed with euphoria until her voice fled from momentary paralyzation. Knowing she was about to squirt, Athos slammed as deep as he could penetrate, embedding his head into her cervix with each rapid impalement. Eyes rolling in the back of her head, she could feel herself spewing like a man would. She was not sure if it was normal and at this point of the climax, she did not care. The room span, ear buzzing, her mind dazed suffering narcotic effect.

Limp with relief, she sank only to have Athos throw her face-first into the mattress and seize a fistful of hair, ripping at her scalp until she arched her ass to accept his deep, almost brutal thrusts. It was his turn now. She sobbed faintly, this time from a mixture of surprise and a hint of pain. He rode her rough to an unrelenting pace, panting and moaning, thrusting in and out, their fleshy slaps echoing amidst the room. Soon his moans of ecstasy matched hers.

"Noelle!" He called her name in agonized tone, desperately needing to vent the brewing wad of semen deep inside her clenching pussy. It seemed he could not fuck her hard enough, fast enough to soothe his feral high. There was no Milady, only Noelle.

"Athos.." She replied, her voice coaxing and honeyed. She squeezed her cunt muscles milking him to flow.

Ass cheeks clenching, sweat draining from his sinewy chest on to her back, he dug his fingers into her hips, burying himself to the hilt and ejaculating violently into her searing womb. "Aye..ay!" She yipped foxy-like, grinding her rear into his groin, enjoying the stimulation of his scorching cream sloshing inside her.

He released the grip on her waist, but continued to render slow, deep strides until every ounce of him was expelled. Over stuffed, cream oozed from her and seeped down her legs, but that did not matter. All the mattered was that she had made him feel just as great as he had made her.

Quenched, he eased out of her and flipped her to her back. He collapsed by her side, gasping to catch his breath. After some time he lulled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head to his chest.

"I did not mean for any of this to happen. I said you raped me so that I would be ruined in Lerfore and my father's eyes. It was my hope to be cast out. I had no idea that the queen would demand you wed me."

She had to start. Why couldn't she just leave her words unsaid this night? "I do not wish to be married to you anymore than you wish to be married to me."

Athos' words stung like a hot lance in the gut. It was not regret she was feeling. Masking her welling tears, she hissed, refusing to allow the tears to fall. "It isn't fun having someone twist your life around! Is it?"

Damn her sassy mouth, he mentally cursed. She just did not know when to stop. He flung her away from his body and turned over. She sat up emotionally wounded and said, "Now you know what it is like for a woman to have no say in her life! To have others make choices for you!"

His only response was a alcohol-infested snore. They had the rest of their lives to fight. For now he wished to sleep.