The Geenwolf part 8, "The new Lady Stark."
(Pow Aegon, 9 months after leaving Winterfell.)
The manse was extravagant, covered in expensive embroideries, the windows were large and the curtains swayed in the warm wind. Outside the manse the city of Pentos lay in al its glory, Aegon and ser Arthur had arrived the night before and were now waiting for the owner of the manse, and his other guests. Aegon felt nervous to meet his father side of the family and it apparently showed.
"Are you alright, your grace." Arthur asked with his kind smile.
"Just a little nervous is all, not every day you meet your long-lost family." Aegon responded.
Then three people walked into the room, one was very fat with an oily long beard. The two others, a man and a young woman barley more than a girl, they had silver haired and violet eyes. There faces were pale but the girls face was almost like it was carved out of fine marble, she was flawless. Aegon was actually quite proud of himself that he didn't gawk at her.
"Nephew, it's good to finally meet you." His uncle said formally.
"Aye, likewise." Aegon responded politely, but he saw how his uncle frowned when he heard his northern accent.
"We will need to work on that accent of yours, it's not befitting of a prince of House Targaryen." His uncle drawled.
Before Aegon could respond Arhtur cut in "Prince Viserys should remember the line of succession." He said calmly, the pretenders face went red with rage, but Arthur simply putt his hand on dawns hilt.
Aegon ignored his uncle and greeted his aunt "Princess, it good to finally meet you."
"The same to you nephew, but I would have thought you would look a little more like us." Danerys said blushing slightly.
"I was fortunate to inherit my mothers looks, it may have been hard for my uncle to pass me of as his bastard otherwise." Aegon explained.
Before Danerys could respond her brother cut in. "That traitor took you as his bastard, you are the blood of the dragon, house Stark will pay for their crimes you have my word." He said angerly.
"No, if we try to reclaim the throne, my mother's family might be a powerful ally." Aegon answered firmly.
Viserys eyes narrowed before he spoke again with gritted teeth "Its good to gave you back Aegon." Before he left the room slamming the door shut.
(Pow Elyse, The king's road)
The wellhouse shook Elyse awake as it rolled over a slight bump in the uneven northern road. Elyse had spent every day in the wellhouse, for the last month. Those weeks had been a light form of torture, light only due to the lemon cakes and the company of Jeyne Westerling.
So much had changed during the last two months, as the kind old man that was Jon Aryn had died. Then her grandfather had also joined them on the road, Elyse had never liked him he always felt cold or stern, she had never even seen him smile even once. But in a mere two days, then she would be free from her mother, grandfather and the little shit that was called Joffrey.
Elyse stretched as she had been sleeping for a few hours, she looked around the wellhouse. Tommen and Myrcella sat opposite her to the left, both were looking out the window with curiosity. Her mother sat next to her youngest children with her hands folded in her lap, like a perfect lady. Jeyne sat to Elyse's right-hand side leaning against the wall of the wellhouse fast asleep. Elyse smiled as this wasn't unusual, her friend could fall asleep anywhere. Elyse couldn't help herself and she pulled out her notebook and started drawing the scene of her friend, with her mouth wide open. She opened the note book but stopped at the first page, as she saw the image of her and Arthur in that cave of his. She ran her finger over his face, and hoped silently that he had shaved, well at least for the wedding. She looked over her most recent drawings, drawn during her tortures time in the wellhouse. One was over her mother, reading a book, with the addition of horns on her head and pimples all over her face. There were many of Marcella and Tommen, as they rather enjoyed being depicted in her notebook.
"What are you doing sweetling." Her mother said in a cold tone, that she reserved for Elyse.
"What does it look like?" she answered annoyed.
Her mother scowled, but before she was able to respond Tommen and Myrcella said that they could see Winterfell.
Elyse felt the wellhouse come to a sudden stop. The door opened and Elyse was the first one to get out, she looked around the courtyard. She saw how her father called Lord stark fat, and then the two friends broke out in laughter. She also saw her grandfather upon his horse next to uncle Jaime, uncle Renly stood by some of his men nearby. Her eyes then found Arthur's grey, he had aged slightly with his jaw line being slightly more defined, and thank the gods he had shaved.
Her father walked down the line of Starks greeting lady Stark with a hug, then he took Robbs hand, then he got to Arthur.
"Arthur, I have heard you have won your first battle, you will tell me later during the feast." He roared.
"Of course, your grace." Arthur said formally.
Her mother then introduced herself and her grandfather to the Starks, Elyse could se how lord Stark glared at her father. She guessed it had something to do with the Targaryen children. When finally, the formalities were done she walked up to Arthur. He was standing with Robb, and when his brother saw her approach he patted Arthur on the back, he then left them alone.
"I have missed you, Elly." Arthur said, but Elyse simply hugged him, Arthur was surprised but he soon hugged her back.
"I missed you to." She let go and stood and looked up at him. "Now I need to take a walk, maybe the goods wood?"
"I can't say no to you, and you know that." Arthur offered her his arm that she took with a smile.
The two walked thru the gates of the goods wood, then Arthur let go of Elyse's arm.
"Elly there is someone I want you to meet." Arthur said with a small smile.
"Have you taken a secret lover?" Elyse said sarcastically, Arthur only smiled then he whistled.
Soon after a small black puppy with green eyes had come out of the wood, with a grey wolf chasing after him. The black one sat down on its haunches, while the grey one ran out of the god's wood.
"And who is this little adorable thing." Elyse asked, she bent down to one knee and the lite puppy approached her his tail wagging back and forth. Elyse reached out her hand, the puppy sniffed her and then let her pet his head, soon the pup lay on the ground, Elyse rubbing his belly.
"His Name is Ranger, he is my direwolf, we found him along with his siblings a few weeks ago. Me and my siblings all have one, Rickon wanted Ranger but he got the runt of the litter instead. Me and Robb thought it better for him, but I have helped him train his direwolf that he named Ghost." Arthur explained.
"Should we let him sleep in bed with us?" Elyse said still kneeling down beside Ranger.
"Well, no, he will grow to be as large as a horse, it's better to teach him from a young age to sleep alone. Even if he has slept in my bed for the last few weeks, but that will change soon."
"I was talking to ranger." Elyse said with bright smile, Arthur chuckled slightly.
They kept walking thru the goods wood, with Ranger running a few meters in front of them. Ranger ran like any puppy, on very unstable legs that had to big paws for him. Soon Arthur and Elyse had sat down under the Weirwoodtree with Ranger crawling up in Elyse's lap. They sat in silence while Elyse drew Ranger into her note book.
"I heard about the battle." Elyse said carefully, as she kept drawing.
"Most have." Arthur responded.
"Do you want to talk about it, you know you can talk to me." Elyse said as she finished drawing and closed her notebook.
Arthur sighed heavily before he spoke. "It wasn't a battle, it was a massacre, I know how I talked about how I wanted to fight bandits. But that was different, the screams, the cries for their mothers, I will never forget them, somehow, I know I can do it again and again and again, that scares me, what kind of man am I?" When he was finished, she put her hand on his cheek and looked straight into his grey Stark eyes.
"Arthur, you are still the same brave boy who saved me from being raped, you are a good man. Don't let anyone tell you different, you did what you always have done and what you are truly good at."
"Killing?" Arthur asked.
"No protecting those who can't protect themselves, that is what makes me want to marry you. You are humble and kind, you don't kill needlessly, you are better than any man I know, and it helps that you have a cute puppy." She smiled and kissed him deeply.
They were disturbed when they heard a light cough, they both broke the kiss and saw Jeyne standing a few meters away with a big smirk on her face.
"Elyse, we have been here for less than an hour, your mother wants you to prepare for the welcoming feast." She explained.
"Fine, see you later Arthur." Elyse said and she pecked him quickly on his cheek, she also handed him ranger. Elyse followed her best friend out of the gods wood and she couldn't keep herself from smiling.
(Pov Aegon)
Aegon back was covered in sweet as he blocked the swift blows from Ser Arthur, the clamor as Dawn and Blackfyre met were almost enough to make one deaf. They spared in one of the manses gardens, amongst the olive trees and the small brushes. Aegons skill had improved drastically, Ser Arthur had turned an excellent swordsman into one that songs would be sung about. Now Aegon and Ser Arthur were evenly matched, the two men wore no armor due to the incredible heat. Instead, they wore woolen grey tunics, Aegon then delivered upwards strike that disarmed Ser Arthur and tackled him to the ground. Then there was a soft clapping sound, Aegon turned around to se his aunt clapping with smile on her face. Turing around was a mistake however, as he soon found himself ground. Ser Arthur had swiped his legs, the knight now stood above him with Dawn pointed towards his king.
"And I thought I had taught you something." Ser Arthur said sarcastically, the knight stuck dawn into the ground and helped Aegon to his feet. "Never turn your back on an opponent."
"I won't forget." Aegon groaned, as his aunt had now walked closer to them.
"How are you felling nephew." Danerys said with a small smile, she must have found it amusing when he fell.
"Just fine, I have had worse." Aegon responded with a smile.
"Would you care for a walk, I want to get to know you nephew." Danerys said with a small smile.
"Yes of course, but do call me Aegon." He responded with a smile.
The two waited for Ser Arthur to put on his armor and white cloak, then they walked thru the gardens together with the knight not far behind.
"Do you miss the north?" she suddenly asked.
"Yes and no, I miss my family and my cousins, and I missed the wedding of one of them." He said but then he sighed "But I don't miss lady Stark or the lies about who I am, that I do not miss."
"Who was he to wed." She asked innocently.
"The oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, her name is Elyse." Aegon explained as they kept walking.
"Do you think they will be happy?" She asked.
"Oh, I think so, they seemed very fond of each other, to put it lightly." Aegon smiled as he thought about his cousin.
"There is another thing I was wondering; how did you give up your old name so easily?" She asked brows furrowed.
"Well, I had to, to protect my mothers family."
"How would you do that by changing your name."
"Well, my mother named me Aegon, same as my older half-brother, if any spies were to hear about a Aegon they might mistake me for my older brother or a pretender." Aegon explained.
"That is very clever, but will you reclaim the throne?" She asked.
"I don't know, but from what I overheard when walking past my uncles solar, was that prince Joffrey is not right in the head. If he turns out to be a tyrant, I will push my claim to protect my family." Danerys slowly nodded in agreement.
"But Viserys said that we have to go home and reclaim the throne, and that the people yearn for our return." She said slightly confused.
"No, I don't think so, they don't really care, as long as they can live their lives they are happy."
"But if the heir turns out to be a Tyrant, they might want us back?" She said in realization.
"Exactly."
(Pow Elyse)
Elyse sat inside Winterfell's great hall she wore a rather revealing dress; it was golden with black stags al around the plunging neckline. She sat next to Arthur just below her parents, along both their siblings. Arthur and Elyse sat in the middle just below the king, to the kings left sat Arthur's father with his wife, to the kings right sat the queen. Lord Tywin sat to his daughters right, and lord Renly sat to the left of lady Stark. The other youths were mixed together below their parents. The hall was filled with stark bannermen and the guests brought from the south. Elyse looked down upon al the guests and she searched for her friend, but Jeyne were nowhere to be found.
"Are you enjoying the feast Elly?" Arthur asked as he sipped from his northern ale.
"Oh yes, unlimited wine, yes please." She said with a smirk.
"You are not the only one who seems to enjoy that policy." Arthur joked, both glancing back at her father. He was deep into his wine; it was running down on his shirt and he slapped the as of a passing serving girl.
"Not again, every bloody time." She sighed in shame over her father.
"Elly, are you alright?" Arthur asked softly.
"He is an idiot, he makes a fool of himself every time he drinks or makes a public appearance, will he be like this on our wedding day?" She asked exasperated.
"You could just ask him nicely, to try to control his drinking." Arthur suggested in a reassuring tone.
"He has been drinking like this my whole life, why would he make an exception?"
"You are his daughter, he loves you, he wants the best for you." Arthur took her hand into his own.
"How do you know that?"
"We are here, we are to be wed." Elyse slowly nodded in agreement but he might be right. However, flawed her father was, he is a man that loves. He still loved his Lyanna, and he might try to make his daughter's wedding day special for her.
"I will talk to him tomorrow; I was going to talk to him about the bedding anyway."
Then there was a booming voice from behind them. "Arthur, get over here Greenwolf."
(Pow Eddard)
"Arthur, get over here Greenwolf." Robbert roared at Arthur, he had hoped he would forget to ask Arthur about his first battle. Eddard did not know about the details of the battle, only that Arthur achieved a perfect victory. He also knew that Arthur had been very quiet when he came home with his men. Arthur had shut himself of in that tower of his, buried in reports and organizing the next 600 Greencloaks that had just begun training. They were now being trained in the wolfs wood.
"Your grace." He greeted them politely.
"Skip the formalities, you are to be my son in law, I want to hear about your first battle." Robert roared.
"There is not much to tell." Arthur responded.
"Then it will be a short story, just tell us boy." Eddard could see how Arthur looked to him and his mother before he sighed.
"It wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter." Arthur began slowly, while Robb had along with his siblings turned around to listen to their brother's story. Lord Tywin was also listening intently to Arthur. "My scouts found a force of a thousand wildlings encamped in a small valley; my men managed to surround them." He continued still talking slowly. "We were outnumbered three to one, however I ordered my men to make two bonfires in the night with pine branches. We lit them at dawn, the smoke pored down into the camp and forced them out." Arthur paused before he continued. "We killed all of them from a safe distance, from the top of the ridges. But some still lived they screamed for their mothers and their wives, as they lay there dying in their own blood. I went thru the valley afterwards and put the survivors out of their misery."
The king was silent, he looked at Arthur but then he nodded in approval for him to take his seat. Arthur turned around and sat down beside Elyse.
"What happened to our little boy Ned" His wife asked.
"He hasn't been a boy for a long time." He responded.
(Pow Arthur the next morning.)
Arthur sat up in his bed rubbing his eyes, the sun had just come up and the faint light of came thru the small glass window. Ranger lay by his feet on the bed, sleeping on his side. Arthur got out of bed and dressed in his usual Greencloak uniform, it consisted of black gambeson and northern short leather chest piece. Arthur took his quiver and bow, that he hung over his back. He finished with pining his cloak with the golden pin, and strapping his sword belt to his waist, Duty hanging from its sheath. He called for Ranger, the little puppy stretched on the bed and then followed his master.
Arthur walked out of the Stark family apartments out unto a catwalk, he breathed in the crisp morning air greedily. Arthur walked down several stairs, with Ranger following him closely. When he got to the stables he saddled his horse, before he retrieved several small round archery targets. He rode out of the main gate, Ranger running behind his horse. He did not ride fore very long, he soon arrived by two old dead trees. Arthur got of from his horse, he hung a rope from both trees, when that was done, he hung the targets from the rope. Arthur then spent hours practicing his horseback archery. Only after a few hours he rode back into Winterfell.
Arthur could hear the clashing of steel from the practice yard as many of the wedding guests were gathered around two men locked in an intense duel. Arthur was intrigued and handed his bow, cloak and quiver to a servant. Arthur managed to find his way to the front of the crowd, apparently this was some kind of improvised melee. The king stood and watched along Arthurs mother, father, Elyse and Sansa. On another Catwalk the Queen stood with her youngest children and her father, watching.
The two men that were fighting were his brother Robb and Loras Tyrel, the knight of flowers had followed Lord Renly north to represent his house. To Robbs credit he was holding his own against the famous knight, but after a very skillful slash Robbs sword was fell from his hand. There were some applauses, but Robb and Loras shook hands.
"Well fought Stark." Loras said with a small grin.
"Same to you." Robb responded politely.
Robb walked out of the pen and soon found Greyjoy who had watched the duel.
"Do you want a spar?" Loras asked loudly, while looking at Arthur.
Arthur smiled slightly, as he had not had a good opponent since Jon disappeared. "Of course."
Arthur handed duty to Robb before he took his blunted sword, Arthur then stepped into the pen. Arthur looked up at Elyse, she smiled broadly and gave him a small wink. Her father was ecstatic sheering as he was most likely already slightly drunk.
"Best of luck to you Stark." Loras said.
"Won't need it." Arthur stated matter-of-factly.
Loras was first to strike, he delivered several picture-perfect strikes. But Arthur dogged every single one, Loras wore a full set of beautiful plate amour. But Arthur only had his gambeson and leather chest piece, this gave Arthur superior mobility. Every time he dodged; he could hear the northern lords cheer in amusement. His plan was to tire out the knight before finding an opening.
Then he heard Robb shout "Come on little brother, avenge me." Arthur smiled and twirled his sword and went on the offensive. He delivered hard slashes from difficult angels, forcing the flower back. The sudden turn seemed to surprise the knight, and he seemed to panic. Due to this he overstepped in an attempt to regain the advantage. Arthur ducked under the strike and got behind the knight, Arthur kicked him hard in the back. Loras fell down face first into the mud, he turned onto his back but Arthur stood over him, sword pointed towards his throat.
"Yield." Arthur ordered.
"I Yield." Loras responded, Arthur then reached down and helped Loras to his feet. The northern lords cheered loudly, celebrating that a northerner had put the knight in his place.
(Pow Elyse)
She saw how Arthur bested the Tyrell knight, and afterwards he reached down to help the knight to his feet. She could see Arya and Bran hang over the railings of the pens, they had been sheering him on the whole dule. She was unsure if Arthur had noticed, he had been completely focused on his opponent. He did not fight to impress like a knight, no he fought like a northerner.
Her father laughed boyishly and looked over to Lord Stark. "Ned, that is one hell of boy."
Lord Stark seemed humble over his son, but there was a small smile. "Aye your Grace, both him and Robb."
Another duel had begun now a large northern lord was fighting uncle Renly. Then Elyse remembered what she needed to ask her father.
"Father, could I have a word?" Elyse asked in her sweetest voice, that she knew even her father could not say no to.
"Of course." He said bending immediately to his oldest daughter.
They walked of up onto one of the battlements.
"So, Elyse, is it about the bedding?" He asked uncharacteristically kindly, Elyse was surprised and it apparently showed. "Don't worry, I'm not letting any lord rip your dress apart." Her father patted her back lightly "Was there anything else?" He asked kindly.
"Father could you please try to control your drinking tomorrow." She asked nervously.
Her father sighed deeply, "Just this once for me, please." She almost pleaded.
"Of course." Elyse hugged her father tightly, well his huge stomach as he still towered over her.
The wedding night. (Pow Arthur)
Arthur stood under the Weirwood tree his father by his side, it was a cold night with a light snowfall trickling down, cowering many of the lords in a thin layer of snow. The god's wood was full of northern lords and southern guests that had come with the king. He could see the Lannister's and Elyse's siblings standing close to the front of the crowd. Arthurs family stood close to the tree to his fathers right.
Then he saw her and his jaw dropped, Elyse was wearing a white wedding gown that was pure white like the snow. The maiden cloak hung of her bare shoulders as the gown hung low, struggling to contain her. Her perfect curves were on full display, her perfect. The gown was unadorned but it was finely made of the finest silks, she did however have a fine silver necklace with the links being stags. Her hair was in a thick northern braid, it hung over her left shoulder.
She walked next to her father, the king, and the king was for once sober. The king walked with purpose; his daughter arm hooked with him. When they got closer to the tree Elyse smiled brightly at him, her eyes like he never had seen them before. Her freckles giving her such an innocent appearance, she was perfect in every way.
Then his father spoke in a formal tone "Who comes before the old goods tonight?"
"Princess Elyse of house Baratheon" The king responded.
"And who offers her?" his father asked.
"King Robert Baratheon, king of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, who comes to claim her?"
"Lord Arthur Stark." Arthur responded, trying to sound like his father, he then held out his hand and Elyse took it. Arthur then took both her hands in his, they now stood before the weirwood tree. Elyse looked up at him she practically radiated happiness that could melt the wall.
Then his father continued the ceremony "Do you take this man?" he asked Elyse.
She responded quickly "I do."
His father then turned to Arthur "Do you take this woman?"
"I do." Arthur said his eyes fixed on Elyse.
Arthur and Elyse got down on their knees and said a silent, while they prayed Sansa had come forth with a Stark bride's cloak. Sansa had worked on and of on it since Arthur betrothal was announced. She had at first tried to get permission from Arthur, but Arthur had answered that she needed permission from Elyse as she was the bride. Sansa had showed a stubborn side and had written directly to Elyse for permission. Arthur helped Elyse to her feet and unclasped her maiden cloak, letting it drop into the snow. Arthur took the brides cloak from the smiling Sansa, he put it around Elyse's shoulders, getting a loud cheer from the assembled lords.
Soon they sat in the great hall, it was full to the brim with lords, the sound of feasting music and laughter made it hard to speak. Arthur and Elyse sat next to each other talking into the others ear, when there wasn't some lord trying to impress the king, or the high lords with their honeyed words of praise.
"Well, here we are, to think I would get to marry my handsome sworn shield." Elyse said happily, sounding slightly drunk, leaning against him.
"Oh, I planned this from the start." Arthur said with a sly smile, Elyse punched his arm lightly and chuckled.
"No if I remember correctly, I kissed you first." She teased.
"Well, I never complained." He responded with a grin earning a peck on the cheek from Elyse.
Then a man dressed al in black came out of the crowd and approached them.
"Uncle Benjen, I'm glad you could make it." Arthur said, standing up to hug his uncle.
"Yes, I could not miss your wedding day." He said an turned to Elyse and spoke in a kind tone. "I hope you will be happy in the north your grace."
"I am a Stark now not a princess." Elyse responded with a smile.
"Yes of course, but I'm sure your father will want to speak with me, so I will leave you to it." He said and walked of.
"Would my lady wife want a dance?" Arthur asked offering his hand.
"Well certainly my lord husband." She responded in a flirty tone.
Arthur took her hand, and briefly looked over to his parents, his father was talking to the king, most likely reminiscing about their time in the vale. His mother simply gave him a small smile, the queen however was nowhere to be seen. Arthur turned back to Elyse, and he pulled her out unto the dance floor. They danced for about an hour switching partners a few times, Elyse dancing with both Robb and Theon. Then they heard the distinctive sound of food hitting a face, and an angry Sansa. Elyse then took his hand and started pulling him towards the exit. When they got outside, she pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.
"I am rather tired; would you be so kind to show me to our chamber." She said her eyes with the look in them, and the faint smell of wine on her breath.
"Who would I be to say no to the most beautiful woman to ever bare the name of Stark." Arthur said his arms around her waist.
"Oh, keep going like this and I might think that you like me." She said sarcastically.
After sneaking away from their own weeding feast, they arrived to their new quarters. It was a separate set of apartments that hadn't been used in decades, it was used when house Stark was larger. There were no holds to be given away and younger sons still needed somewhere to keep their families.
Arthur opened the door, pushing it open with his left arm while right arm around Elyse's waist. When Elyse entered, she looked around with a smile, the room was far larger than Arthurs old room, it had a large fireplace with two armchairs in front of it. There were a few large chests with etchings of crowned stags. The bed was far larger than Arthurs old one, and there even was a small bed by the foot of the bed for Ranger.
AN: (Sex scene incoming)
Elyse turned towards Arthur, she stood up on her toes and kissed him, Arthur wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to him. Elyse broke the kiss "be careful with the dress, if we have a girl I want to gift her the dress." She said coyly, and moved her hands towards the buttons of Arthurs shirt, as she kept kissing him. Arthur did not know what to do, but all this felt right somehow, he could feel his pants were getting rather tight. He kept kissing Elyse as her hands kept working on removing his tunic, Arthur then removed the bride's cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Elyse seemed to run out of patience and she just ripped of shirt, she then ran her hands over his muscles. Arthur was struggling to remove her dress, "don't worry you will have time to practice" she said with a smile as she grabbed him by the rim of his pants. She pulled him over towards their bed, she made him sit on the bed as she took a step back from the bed. Elyse removed her dress rather quickly, while Arthur removed his boots and pants. As soon as Arthur was done removing his pants Elyse was on him. Elyse was completely naked, her hair undone, the perfectly large breasts and her firm nipples poked into Arthur as they held each other close. Arthur had one hand on her breast and the other behind her back keeping her close. Elyse's hands were exploring down towards Arthurs hard length, she gasped slightly when she finally reached it. Elyse then rolled down unto the bed, spreading her legs and pulling Arthur down unto her. Arthur then felt suddenly very nervous and his heart stated to race, as the alcohol started to lose affect. He felt nervous as he realized that he had no idea what to do. Elyse must have felt his heart racing, as she kissed him softly "Don't worry Arthur we will have time to practice." She said kindly, as she grabbed his hard length and pulled it down to her wet opening. Arthur slowly pushed in his cook into her as she gasped in surprise. "Are you alright Elly?" Arthur asked in a worried tone. "It's okay keep going." Arthur pushed in again and again slowly and carefully, soon earning soft moans from Elyse. Her hands were on his back, as he increased speed and intensity her moans got louder as her nails stated digging into his back. He kept going for a minute like this until hi whispered in a hoarse voice "Elly, I will finish soon." Arthur said as he kept going. "Just do it inside, I love you." She moaned out as she wrapped her legs around him, keeping him inside her. Arthur could not hold it any longer and he pushed as deep inside her as he could, as he finished, he said "I love you to." Elyse let out a loud moan as he filled her, while she dug her nails deeper into his back. Arthur pulled out of her and both of them got beneath the covers. Arthur lay down on his back panting slightly while Elyse lay on her side, her head on Arthur's arm whilst her own arm lay over his chest.
"So, I hope you don't mind doing that again." Elyse said as she pulled herself closer.
"I don't mind at all; it is my duty after all."
AN: So, it's been a very long time since the last episode, I'm studying in college so I'm trying to fit this into my studies so do have some patience.