The Arrayed

Chapter 6

(Loki)

Sometime in the mid evening after our dinner, we both retired to our rooms. I drew a bath, soaked for a long while and then tried to relax by the fire to read. Staring at the pages of a new spell book, my mind kept flickering to Arraya. Soon my eyes seemed wander off the page and focused to the door in front of me. Somehow knowing that she was so close but yet so far way enticed me to no end. Soon I was no longer even attempting to read but instead staring intensely at the inanimate object before me, hoping that it would open to reveal what I so desperately desired. Arraya, here in my bedroom. Shaking my head out of exasperation, I snapped my book shut and discarded it aggressively on the chair next to me. Throughout the days, I had tried my best to not be so familiar with her as that glorious first night, but instead walked and talked and enjoyed each other's company respectably. All the while restraining myself physically, as my mind continued to haunt me and grow impatient. My body required her physical attention desperately, other than the innocent touches and handholding that we always seemed to do.

Saying that I restrained myself is probably not the best choice of words, since by the end of each day alone in my bed, I had felt it necessary to relieve myself. Degrading as it was, if I had not done so I would of experienced very uncomfortable nights indeed. I also would not have been able to attempt another day of such complex "restraint".

A few nights I had even went so far as to summon Greta to my chambers, but it did not help at all. I had climaxed, but my need could not be quenched, for my body seemed to yearn for Arraya.

Tonight however, I seemed to reach my breaking point. For I grew more antsy and restless by the minute. So much so, that it felt as if I would die without her touch. I stared hard at the door that joined our rooms and in momentary debate decided upon myself to stay put. My body however seemed to overrule my sensibility, so I got up to walk to my door.

Closing my chambers and walking through the private hallway that joined our rooms, I hesitated at her entrance. Knowing that I have gone this far and not wanting to turn back now, I braced myself for the worse and knocked. My ears desperately tried to hear a motion beyond the barrier but instead they could hear nothing. No movement whatsoever...so I waited only a minute more before I dared to knock again. This time however, I heard her approach and witnessed the door open very slowly. Eventually it gave way to a portion of Arraya's profile.

"Prince Loki?" Arraya asked surprised as she peaked around the door.

"Yes Princess, is this a bad time? I have something I wanted to talk to you about and it could not wait till morning. Is that ok? Do you have time to talk?" I said very non-chalantly, as if my whole entire being did not hang on a thread for her touch.

"Of course My Prince" Arraya had replied as she opened the door wider. When I stepped across the threshold I made a beeline for the bar area to fix myself a drink. Looking up briefly, I saw her look at me in confusion before she shut the door.

"Sorry Arraya, I do not mean to be so rude, but I really need a drink right now to settle me. Would you like one as well?" I asked holding up the cognac bottle.

I watched her study the bottle briefly as if she debated her answer. I looked back down at the counter to pour my drink, when I heard a "yes".

My eyebrows raised in surprise momentarily, before I grabbed another glass.

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(Arraya)

"Yes" I said as I heard the ice clink in the crystal before he poured the liquid in it. He looked up, surprised at my answer. Giving me a wide smile he quickly grabbed another glass.

I raised up my own eyebrows in defiance.

"What? I am of age now Prince Loki, and nearly married may I add...for I am sure I will be old enough to handle a little fluid."

Loki laughed at my response as he took another sip of his drink before pushing the other glass towards me to the edge of the bar. Looking at it , I carefully approached the bar stools and sat down. Watching Loki- watch me intensely, I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip.

Fire! The liquid seemed to burn my throat as it made its way to my stomach. I coughed, and rasped at the glass after taking that sip. Loki laughed more now, smug as if wanting me to take back my earlier words.

"Wait for it." Loki said with his finger pointed at me above his glass. I sat back down after I had immediately stood up with the intention of throwing the drink away. Trusting him, I did just that... I waited.

Moments later I began to feel a hint of warmness invade my body and it felt invigorating. "Take another sip, it will be better the second time around I assure you" Loki suggested while finishing his own drink and pouring another. Nodding to him I lifted the glass back to my lips and took another swig.
The dark liquid went down smoother this time as it mildly burned my throat. Again I felt another wave of warmness flood my insides and my body started to relax. Closing my eyes, I took another sip, and another sip and another. With each taste, I began to notice that the flavour changed and enhanced as well. It started to taste good.

"Would the Princess like another glass?" Loki asked as he finished his second drink. Answering his question with a silent nod, he poured me another. Taking the glass up to my lips, I asked,

"You said you wanted to talk about something important Prince. I am ready to talk." Nodding at my glass Loki replied,

" I request that the Princess drink the rest of her glass first and then sit by the fire where we can talk. Shrugging my shoulders I did as he asked and finished my drink. By the last sip I felt more loose and a little giddy. My head started to become a little light and I smiled at the handsome man in front of me. Suddenly I had a urge to kiss him but reigned myself in, surprised at my lapse in self control. Quickly and without asking, Loki filled my drink for the third time and then he poured himself a fifth. Taking our glasses we walked over to the sitting area where we sat side by side in the love seat . Each of us took another sip before placing our glasses on the mid table.

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(Loki)

I knew this was wrong, but I just wanted to lower her inhibitions a little so she would let me touch her. She was a grown woman after all, and to be married. Its not like I am a stranger, lurking in the darkness trying to get her drunk so I could have my way with her. ( I think).

I had not planned on the drinking, but since I saw the bar I wanted a drink, and she agreed to have one...and well is it not funny how life works out?
Looking at her now, I could tell that her eyes were glazed over, fresh from the buzz of the cognac and I could see that she was staring at my lips. Smiling I reached over to take another drink.

"Princess", I started as I placed the drink back on the mid table. " Do you feel as if we have become more acquainted since that first night when we met?" I asked.

"Arraya's eyes widened in surprise and then darkened in understanding. Taken back with her ubrupt reaction to my question, I reached for my glass again and cleared my throat.
"Yes Prince, I feel quite familiar with you." Arraya replied. Slowly she inched her way closer to me on the love seat and said, "So You want to become closer in another way?"

This time it was my turn to stare. I bit my lip and watched her focus on my mouth . Coyly she pushed herself away from me so she could take another sip of cognac. Then once she fished she rushed back over to my side of the sofa and surprisingly took my face in both her hands.
My cock twitched at her aggressiveness, and my mind celebrated in elation.
The alcohol worked quick.

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