0 comments/ 12073 views/ 3 favorites After The Siege By: erotiquegothique The tension between them had been building for weeks, ever since their first meeting if either of them would have stopped to think about it. They met through their city's alliances—he hailing from Magincia and she from Umbra, and their respective militaries were sworn to help one another in the ever-shifting struggle for power in the realm. Knowing there was a battle raging on in the distant town of Minoc, the gypsy woman Merrique tried to keep busy at the tavern in which she worked as a barmaid. The simplest tasks were becoming too much for her to bear, so great was her worry for the warrior Walter. She was in the wine cellar, doing a battle of sorts of her own, trying to open a cask of imported wines. Her hands were shaking with the nervousness of not knowing who would prevail in the siege. If the wrong side prevailed, there was much to lose for many across the lands. Merrique didn't hear the door open as she toiled, and she emitted a small sound of surprise when she heard the thud of metal against the wooden floors. Spinning around, her heart in her throat, she saw Walter standing in the doorway, his helmet on the floor at his feet, his kryss now peace-tied at his hip. He was covered with blood and what appeared to be poison stains--stains no doubt acquired by being struck with tainted blades. The man she'd come to know over the last few weeks had a distant, battle weary look about him. When she asked if he was hurt, his answer was simple: "The Dark Order has prevailed," The gypsy quickly ushered the fighter away from the wine cellar, up and up the stairs to the private rooms of the tavern. She took her time tending his blessedly few wounds, and cleaning the residues of battle from his person. Once she was satisfied with that bit of work she set about bringing him food and ale. The tavern was quiet, there were no revelers out and about on a night of such military importance. With a nervous glance down the corridor, she closed the door and found herself alone with Walter. As he took his first bottle of ale, Merrique cut up the food she brought. His thirst slaked, the dark eyed woman sat beside him and bit by bit fed him the pieces of beef and lamb and bread. She was concerned for the faraway look he had and hoped he was not suffering that strange fugue she'd heard that warriors sometimes do. It crossed her mind that she should feel ashamed of herself for sitting here beside this weary soldier, and wanting him so. The truth was, she couldn't help it—she found him impossibly erotic. She wondered if he could sense what she perceived, or if it was simply her mind running away with her as it sometimes did where sex was concerned. Time was liquid. It could have been long minutes or hours that the two sat in the semi-darkness of the room, the candle on the table flickering every so often. After his food, conversation slowly ensued and Merrique heard stories of the battle from his perspective. As was her way, she was aptly horrified at the things that happened; her people were relatively peaceful and avoided politics and its wars at all costs. Soon enough his words were no more, and she quietly told Walter that he looked as if he should get some sleep. She stood to go, and he reached for her and took hold of her wrist. "You're right," he said. "I do need sleep. Come home with me." Merrique probably looked as surprised as she felt by his unexpected forwardness, it seemed so unlike him. A flood of something akin to that earlier shame washed over her as she thought that perhaps her desires for him were overly apparent. Without hesitating she consented to join him, despite the strange thing she'd just felt. She hurried downstairs to tell the barman that she would be leaving for the night. Outside, the pair met and cast the spells that would take them to his home. They arrived at his home within moments of each other, and he bade her entry. Without a word, Walter took Merrique into his arms. Their first kiss was long and passionate, alternately tender and aggressive. He lifted her from her feet and carried her upstairs to his private rooms. There he slowly undressed her and laid her in his bed; he then began to undress himself. She lay still and quiet, watching him remove his over-garments, and then the armor itself. Every piece revealed to her the man she'd never known to be anything but battle-ready. When at last he joined her, the tension that had been building for so long was soon to be nothing more than a memory. Merri opened her arms to him and he came to her. More long kisses and quiet murmurings were shared. The feeling of his hard length pressing against her was almost too much to bear but overwhelmingly delicious to her. The heat building within her, both physically and emotionally, seemed dangerous to her. Something that could wind up hurting her, yet somehow she could not bring herself to care; in all regards she was ready for the risk. With a soft moan she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. Just as she was asking him in a whisper to put an end to her suffering, Walter thrust his hips forward and filled her with his throbbing cock. Crying out with both pleasure and sadness, she clutched his muscular arms with her hands and wrapped her legs behind his. As if one being, they moved together. Long kisses were mixed with quiet whisperings of yearning and adoration. Time stood still and the night passed quietly by outside as they continued to make love. Walter's tenderness somehow took Merrique off guard—warriors were often the same off of the battlefield as they were on—and this only added to her many desires for him. She knew that what she suspected all along was true, that she was falling madly and hopelessly in love with him. As her mind absorbed these distant-yet-not thoughts, her body convulsed with what was to become the first of many orgasms that night. In her passion, Merrique pulled Walter down so she could feel him fully against her. With a gasp, she gently bit the muscle of his shoulder as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. Between her thighs, the wetness was so great that it would have been considered downright obscene by some, but it only served to push the warrior closer to the boundaries of his own limits. Walter continued his powerful but gentle thrusts, the hard shaft slick with Merri's arousal. When a second and more powerful convulsion tore through his new lover's body, it was more than he could bear. As he exploded inside of her, filling her to overflowing with his own orgasm, he was perfectly still, not moving a muscle except for those it took to whisper in her ear. "Mine. You're mine now." After The Siege Ch. 02 "Mine. You're mine now," he whispered against her ear, his words and the feel of his breath sending delicious tingles throughout her body. With a soft sigh she responded simply, "Yes. Yours." The two lay as they were, the paladin warrior atop his lover, both spent but knowing they both needed and wanted more of what the other had to offer. Walter moved his head so he could again kiss the gypsy Merrique, and what began as a soft gesture quickly turned into passionate, hunger filled kisses. In what seemed like only seconds, Merrique felt him stiffening again inside of her. Beneath him she writhed, pushing her hips forward to encourage his need. The feeling of his considerable endowment sliding in and out of her made Merri crazy with passion. This time, he was less gentle, and when he pushed himself up with his hands buried in the mattress, he looked down at her face and then to her rounded and heavy breasts. "Perfect," he murmured, and then with an impossibly fast gesture he gathered her hands and pinned them above her head, and his thrusts became faster and more powerful with every stroke. Nobody had ever commanded dominance of Merri in such a way before and it drove her positively wild. It had always been she in charge of every sexual encounter of her adult life. This change was exhilarating and charged with something she'd never felt before. Walter pushed her hands farther down into the mattress, and that was just too much for Merrique. She felt herself tighten around his cock and just as she was about to fall into the mysterious space of orgasm, Walter stopped moving and withdrew from her. He regarded her with a look that was not quite a smirk and not quite a smile. She returned the gaze with a hurt confusion mixed with wild abandon, and she wondered how he could be so cruel. Walter released her hands and rolled onto his back. Long hard inches of his erection gleamed with their combined wetness in the candlelight, and his muscular body looked positively irresistible. Merrique too shifted on the bed, and on all fours she crawled over the mattress toward him. Without the benefit of her hands, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and pushed her head down as far forward as she could. The groan of satisfaction that tore from Walter was all the encouragement she needed to continue. To enhance the pleasure she gave, she brought one hand to his erection and squeezed the base firmly for a few seconds before moving it down to cup his balls with a gesture that bordered on reverence. Merrique used all of her mouth, opening her throat to him, doing her best to keep the gag reflex at bay. It was no small feat, given the size and girth of him, and somehow she managed. Her hand moved between the two places she fondled, occasionally grazing the inside of his thigh with her fingernails. For a moment she considered tormenting him the way he had done to her, by stopping just before he came. But then she decided that she wanted to taste him as he erupted. Indeed, the mingled juices on him that lingered from their first shared orgasm were delicious in an indescribable way, however she just had to taste his come and his come alone. Up and down she moved her head, sometimes pausing to lick the underside of his cock, other times trailing her tongue around the head, and then she would follow these gestures with a thrust down to take him in again. She could feel him getting ready to explode, and moaned around his length as his cock began twitching, his balls tightening. Pulling her head back, she whispered to him, "Give it to me," and again thrust her head down. With that she felt the beginning of his eruption and wrapped her fingers tightly around him, stroking him fast and sucking him hard. When he did let it loose, he was as delicious as she knew he'd be. Merrique lost count of each individual spurt of hot come, but enjoyed every one of them. Between her legs, her own heat burned and she squeezed her thighs together as the last of his come hit the back of her throat. She collapsed, laying her head on his stomach and closing her eyes for a few moments. With a grin not seen by her lover, she thought, "I could gladly give this man head every day for the rest of my life."