Gwynnever - Queen of Camelot

Chapter 38

"I'm sorry. I..."

Gwen closed her lids and reached for another peck on his mouth before pulling back and apologize.

"You know, actually, you're not technically a citizen of Camelot yet. What are the rules for people in Leodegrance?"

"I don't know. We don't have rules for that!"

"As a former princess, what would you decide?"

"A girl can fuck whoever she wants?" she replied suddenly.

"That was a very fast response."

"I had a lot of time to think about it." She smirked gesturing at them and the tension between them so Arthur shrugged.

"It's fine by me." Arthur didn't know if it was the fireplace, or the eventually found intimacy of his bedroom but he takes a long look at Gwen's body showing under the gown enlightened by the fire.

Then throws himself over her causing the small woman to backward. He grabbed her by the waist so that she doesn't fall and with a wondering finger he reached the ham of her garment and lifted up.

"It's the last time." Arthur murmured on her lips and she agreed.

"Totally. We'll never do it again." She slowly moved toward him, placing a kiss on his nose then stood back to look at his face while he explored her.

"It's a goodbye." she inquired linking her arms on the back of his shoulders.

"Then goodbye Gwynnever." She rubbed her lips on his, tempting him. He quivered at her icy lips and moved her closer to the fire. Gwen reaches his pants and unbuckles it, sliding a hand inside, looking for what she knew has been waiting for her since she walked in.

Arthur gaped as Gwen massaged him with slow strokes. He escapes her touch by taking his pants off and before he could come down, she grabbed him by the hips, leaving Arthur mesmerized as she took him in, tasting every inch like it was the most delicious thing she ever had.

"Gwen!" he muttered whist she did stuff that made him weak in the legs.

"You're mine tonight. Shut up." Arthur stumbled to the mantel of the fireplace and she crawled with him.

Her tongue played with his tip and then thrust it back in, pushing Arthur to a point where he fell on his knees. He moved her away and ripped Gwen's gown in half. She climbed on his lap, skin to skin as they seal the start of their love story with the most passionate kiss in the history of any land known to men. Gwen was wet, so ready for him to just dive in, but he lingered. If they go forward, he will never forget her.

She licked his neck and then his ear and he moaned her name before lifting her up, taking her to the bed. He covered Gwen with his body, feeling every part of her as if it was his own.

"Arthur." She cried out reaching in between them to hold his manhood in her now warm fingers and guiding it into her entrance.

"Gwen..." he tried to warn her but she moved down so that every inch of him could be welcomed into her. "Tonight, we're husband and wife, Arthur. You can do whatever you wish to me." he called again but the moment she passed her tongue on his chest Arthur fell something possessing him, causing him to move and thrust himself inside of her completely. She groaned as if he hurt her so he blocked her wrists over her head and took a look at the beautiful princess in his arms, breathing heavily.

"Did I..."

"Don't stop." She pleaded and this was enough to know she wasn't crying in pain.

He toyed with her breasts, eating every part of her, making her crumble under his touch so that if any men were to have her in the future, she'll still think of him. He wanted to ruin making love with anybody but him, for her.

Being with her, like that, was like he never made love before with anyone else. Which he did, but the way she abandoned in his arms, the way she melted or screamed so much he had to put his tongue in her mouth to prevent the whole castle to awake.

And as the paces started to get frenetic, Arthur made sure she knew he wasn't using her. Made sure she knew, he wanted more than just that from her so he told her.

"You're not my whore." He whispered through gritted teeth as she called for him. "You're not my mistress. You're the woman I choose. You're my wife by choice." He took her head in his hands so that she was looking in his eyes and saw it written there. "I choose you for the rest of my life Gwen. You're mine and I'm yours." He was reciting.... Gwen couldn't know but Arthur was declaring them husband and wife with the same words a priest would. "I bound your life to mine and I shall respect you as my equal and you'll love me like I'll love you. Always. Say it, Gwen." He invited the girl but she wasn't understanding much as she was so close to coming undone under him.

"Say it." He screamed and she gulped using her nails on his back to prevent from screaming too. "I Gwynnever, bound my life to yours, Arthur Pendragon. And I shall respect you and love you like you love me." Another thrust and Gwen squeezed her eyes to stay focus. "And you'll be the only one for me. I choose you." He ripped a kiss from her lips before she added. "For the rest of my mortal life." And with that they both reach the no turning back point in each other's arms.

And for the first time in her whole life, Gwen left as if nothing could hurt her at the side of the only thing that mattered the most to her.

"I want to do it again." She simply said and Arthur, panting and without breath turned to look at her.

"Was I not good enough?" his side hurt a little but Gwen's shining eyes made him forget everything.
"This is our last time. Make it worth my while Arthur Pendragon." And with a huge smile, Arthur fell on the girl again, kissing her cheeks and lips many times that night.