When she first met him, she thought him a stereotypical fool of a knight, oblivious to the severity of the current situation surrounding him. But after observing how he fights, how he moves, she now knows that under the mask of casualness is a calculating mind, and it excites her for some indefinable reason to find new ways to challenge him.
Even now, she watches how his dark eyes shift back and forth when she dismisses the guards who have brought him to her personal chambers this night per her instructions, and smiles widely with a dramatic tilt of her head. “Sir Gwaine, you must be still hungry. After all, you’re such a big, strong man that one moldy loaf of bed surely can’t be enough to satisfy you.
“Can’t really complain, my lady,” he quips in the same nonchalant manner he’s had since she has started to drag him from the comfort of the dungeon’s cells for her amusement.
It’s an insult, the way he twists the title against her, and she can’t help but admire the spark left in him still after two defenseless rounds against Helios’s men.
She also wonders what it would take to finally break him.
“I thought you might be eager for seconds,” she explains, jerking the binds around his wrists to pull him closer, pressing herself against his muscular, supple body to make her intentions perfectly clear. “But of course, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Of course,” is all he has the chance to say before she drags him towards the bed, attaching the chains to one of posts before sitting on the edge, hitching up the hem of her dress. “Kneel,” she commands, arching an eyebrow as she waits to see if he’ll follow instructions.
He slowly bends down on one knee, and then the other, but doesn’t bow his head in the traditional matter of respect; instead he keeps it positioned upwards, his gaze locking with hers in a silent confrontation.
It sends a shiver of excitement through her body.
“I’m sure, with a man of your many talents,” she begins, her one hand sliding down the front of her body before separating her inner folds, already growing wet with desire, “you know the fundamentals of pleasing a lady.”
Smirking, he leans forward, and the contact of his stubble rubbing against the inside of her thigh sends a mixture of both pain and pleasure throughout her body. His tongue darts once, twice, and soon she realizes he’s testing her, teasing her, tasting her.
She bites back a moan.
Her own fingers quickly find her sensitive bud of nerves, stroking with an increased urgency as he works, until he suddenly takes them in his mouth, sucking until there’s none of her essence left on her. And he’s still staring at her straight in the eyes, as if he knows what he’s doing to her, as if the plan has been for her to be the one to lose control all along.
At this realization, she yanks her hand back like it’s been burned, but his lips seek out a new target, finishing the ministrations where her fingers left off. She’s not able to fight back the whimper this time, and now she’s able to touch herself freely, lightly pinching at hardening nipples through the fabric of her outfit.
His focus has shifted lower, and he’s lapping at her eagerly now, his tongue contorting in such ways she never knew was possible. His hands still bound, he uses the weight of his body to spread her legs farther apart to grant him more access.
When he first enters her using only his filthy and talented mouth, her hips involuntarily shift forward and she whines, breaking the eye contact as she throws her head back in ecstasy. It’s obscene, the noises he’s making as he’s licking and sucking her flesh, his teeth gently grazing tender skin every now and then that makes her jump then shudder.
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...Excite Me (Gwaine/Morgana, NC-17) [1/2]
Date: 2012-03-28 06:00 am (UTC)Even now, she watches how his dark eyes shift back and forth when she dismisses the guards who have brought him to her personal chambers this night per her instructions, and smiles widely with a dramatic tilt of her head. “Sir Gwaine, you must be still hungry. After all, you’re such a big, strong man that one moldy loaf of bed surely can’t be enough to satisfy you.
“Can’t really complain, my lady,” he quips in the same nonchalant manner he’s had since she has started to drag him from the comfort of the dungeon’s cells for her amusement.
It’s an insult, the way he twists the title against her, and she can’t help but admire the spark left in him still after two defenseless rounds against Helios’s men.
She also wonders what it would take to finally break him.
“I thought you might be eager for seconds,” she explains, jerking the binds around his wrists to pull him closer, pressing herself against his muscular, supple body to make her intentions perfectly clear. “But of course, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Of course,” is all he has the chance to say before she drags him towards the bed, attaching the chains to one of posts before sitting on the edge, hitching up the hem of her dress. “Kneel,” she commands, arching an eyebrow as she waits to see if he’ll follow instructions.
He slowly bends down on one knee, and then the other, but doesn’t bow his head in the traditional matter of respect; instead he keeps it positioned upwards, his gaze locking with hers in a silent confrontation.
It sends a shiver of excitement through her body.
“I’m sure, with a man of your many talents,” she begins, her one hand sliding down the front of her body before separating her inner folds, already growing wet with desire, “you know the fundamentals of pleasing a lady.”
Smirking, he leans forward, and the contact of his stubble rubbing against the inside of her thigh sends a mixture of both pain and pleasure throughout her body. His tongue darts once, twice, and soon she realizes he’s testing her, teasing her, tasting her.
She bites back a moan.
Her own fingers quickly find her sensitive bud of nerves, stroking with an increased urgency as he works, until he suddenly takes them in his mouth, sucking until there’s none of her essence left on her. And he’s still staring at her straight in the eyes, as if he knows what he’s doing to her, as if the plan has been for her to be the one to lose control all along.
At this realization, she yanks her hand back like it’s been burned, but his lips seek out a new target, finishing the ministrations where her fingers left off. She’s not able to fight back the whimper this time, and now she’s able to touch herself freely, lightly pinching at hardening nipples through the fabric of her outfit.
His focus has shifted lower, and he’s lapping at her eagerly now, his tongue contorting in such ways she never knew was possible. His hands still bound, he uses the weight of his body to spread her legs farther apart to grant him more access.
When he first enters her using only his filthy and talented mouth, her hips involuntarily shift forward and she whines, breaking the eye contact as she throws her head back in ecstasy. It’s obscene, the noises he’s making as he’s licking and sucking her flesh, his teeth gently grazing tender skin every now and then that makes her jump then shudder.