"Not a lady, a whore."

"A nobleman's whore."

(2 months and two days since Macbeth was crowned king...)

The hearth burnished in the centre of the house, bitter winter wind whipping the windows, seeping through the stone bricks.
The night was dark, and full of mistrust and misdeeds, the city watch patrolled the city like hounds ravenous for scraps. She poked the fire with iron tongues, sparks flying in response, it was a quiet night.

Her iron handle pummeled at the door from the outside, she turned to it, not moving for a moment. And then it slammed into the door again. So she ran her hands through her hair, trying to feel for any knots or unbecoming areas.

She soon made her way to the door,  it a creak. "Open the door." Macduff, thane of fife spoke roughly, it sounded like frustration gravelled in his throat, pent up and driving him crazy.

"That's no way to speak to your lady my lord." She edged the door open, a sly smile spreading accross her face, looking him up and down, she could practically see his member through his clothes, how embarassing it must be to walk around with that.

He looked her up and down, eyes remaining on the few buttons already undone on her shirt, and they remained there, unbidden.

"Aye, but I am not speaking to my lady..." He lunged through the door, grabbing her with ferocious lust, and growled, "I'm speaking to my whore."

The door hadn't even been closed but Macduff began tearing off her clothes, his lips meeting hers violently, they shared desperate short breaths between them, breathing in eachothers hot air. Each kiss was ravenous and hungry, Macduff and her were starved, like savage animals they were on eachother. Macduff was a man of few words, what he couldn't express with his words he could express with his hands, and his cock.

She lifted his shirt with haste, her kisses making their way down to his neck as he pulled down his pants, they hung for a second on his throbbing cock, refusing to let go. They fell down to the sheep's wool carpet besides the fire, and now only her skirt remained, he grabbed it with his teeth and pulled it down, his hands travelling up her legs and up to cunt, caressing it's outsides.

He laid her down on her back, spreading his legs with his hands, his eyes met hers and she could see the desire burn like a furnace in his eyes.

His cock teased her lips before it went in, sliding it in slowly, they both gasped breathily, her cunt tensed and squeezed around his cock, and he started thrusting, gaining speed, he held the sides of her body, caressing and feeling every curve and fold of her body, cupping and playing with her tits as he went deeper and deeper inside his mistress. "God, Macduff...!" She whined his name and all he could do was moan underneath his breath, his words shaky and quiet, "Y/N... Nghh..." Her hands ventured down to her clit, ready to play with herself as Macduff fucked her, but his hand stopped hers as she reached it, and he begun it himself. Two fingers were placed on her clit, slowly circling and rubbing her pleasure point, going back and forth gently, curling his fingers slightly with each time he moved them, fire spread through her body, from her cunt to her stomach. She let out a whine of pleasure and he silenced her with his lips, pressing his face against hers, they breathed the same air, eachothers gasps and groans filling eachother.

Macduff had set a steady rhythm for his cock now, what was once a gentle stroke had become more rough, thrusting in and out of her, throbbing and stinging with pleasure. He pulled away his face from Y/N, grabbing her body once more, slamming her hips into his cock as he thrusted, and both of them began constantly crying out with ecstasy, and in that moment both of their bodies tensed, hands gripping eachother's body as they both gasped, joy and fire spread across her body, her entire body shaking and then stiffening, before a great wave of euphoria washed over her, relief flooding her. Macduff's body tensed, he pulled out of her, his cock launching his seed onto her tits and stomach.

They both lay down on the sheep wool carpet for awhile, just breathing, lying naked, until Macduff spoke.

"This is why I missed you... Lady Y/N." His words shook as he spoke still, and his cock began to go soft.

"I thought I wasn't your lady." She chuckled wryly, still coming down from the finish.

"I just attacked you with my cock, it'd be rather impolite to just call you some woman." He smiled softly, sighing with relief, the man was exhausted.

"You can spend the night, the bed is just the room upstairs." She looked up at him, to see if he was contemplating the offer.

"I think I will... But I have to be off in the morning, I'm... on my way to England." Macduff said, slightly lowering his voice.

"England? Why's that? When will I see you again?" She sat up now, looking at him up and down, barely able to keep her eyes off of his cock.

"It's business for the king, I'll be back in a few months perhaps. That's why I put all the effort in tonight. Something to remember me by." He looked at her with a smile, and she got up, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I could never forget you my lord. Now come to bed." She grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs, and into her goat fur blanket.

He tucked her into the bed, before getting in himself, laying on the outside of her, they embraced eachother, naked, underneath the covers.