XO [Kyros]

She glared at him and Lochlann stared back as he worked her.

He could tell by the grip of her hands that this was affecting her more than he'd anticipated. She growled his name at him and Lochlann rewarded her with a thrust that pushed up into her clit and another bout of attention to her breasts.

When her back arched, Lochlann purred and slid a hand beneath her to the small of her back. He pressed her body into his and held her there. He pulled his mouth from her breast and replaced it instantly with his free hand. She begged him, so Lochlann rewarded her again. He caught her ear lobe in her teeth.

She was moaning and his cock was throbbing. Lochlann pressed into her again and pressed his lips to her ear. His words were like the distant sound of the tide, quiet and shushing. He spoke them the exact moment he felt her body break under his. It was only important for her to hear the sound of the words, not the meaning. He didn't want her to think about it.

He held her while she came. He was pleased, exceptionally pleased. Her body was so responsive. Lochlann's eyes were aflame with anticipation and he was almost giddy with excitement.

He relaxed his grip on her and settled her back into the mattress.

He thought about doing the entire thing over again just to see if she would come again, but he didn't want to press his luck.

"That was good, Guin," he purred. He was still palming her breast, but it was lazy now, something to keep her from getting too relaxed. He wanted her to stay worked up.

She was driving him wild, though. Lochlann wanted to rip off her panties and take her right there, but he didn't. He kept himself restrained while he slowly brushed one finger over her lips and traced them. It was like throwing a rope over a stallion and trying to use it as reigns.

"Are you ready to come for me again, Guin?" he asked. He slid the tip of one finger down from her mouth to her jawline, down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, and then drew wide circles across her stomach as though he was determining the best way to cut her.

He wondered if she could see past his restraint to know how far she'd dragged him down.

He was still tracing circles on her when she said, Only if you do.

The look on her face was almost enough to make him break, and when she curved her body up against his and explored him with her hands, Lochlann felt his resolve starting to crumble.

"I will come with you," Lochlann promised. His cock throbbed and was desperate for her to release it, but he didn't want to give her any of the power back. Not yet. He pressed his lips to hers and gave her a kiss that betrayed the fire smoldering in him.

Then, he pulled back, smiled, and said, "But not yet."

He moved to the side and sat up next to her. Lochlann was grateful that she couldn't see the agony on his face for a moment, because he could not believe he'd just denied her. He wanted her so bad it was hurting, and it was an act of sacrilege.

But he needed to do this.

Lochlann got up from the bed and opened her closet door so the mirror reflected the bed back at him. Then, he returned and pulled Guin to the edge of the bed with her. He pulled her so she was sitting on his lap, much like she'd been in the shower, with her legs spread on either side of his. If he wasn't wearing pants, his cock would have been pressed up fully against her cunt, but instead it was trapped against him in his pants.

He hoped she wouldn't squirm too much because Lochlann was not sure he'd be able to take an accidental lapdance.

Their reflections stared back at them in the mirror, illuminated by the thin strips of moonlight coming through the window. Lochlann rested his head on her shoulder and kissed at her neck. His left hand found hers and brought it slowly down her body and rested it atop her soaking panties.

He held it there with his.

"Do you want me to come inside you?" Lochlann whispered in her ear. His right hand was holding hers against the mattress, keeping her trapped with him.

Before, he'd taken away her sight because he wanted her to feel. Now, Lochlann wanted her to watch.

It was good he didn't make eyecontact with her when she pouted, because Lochlann would have given in.

He watched her reflection in the mirror while he nibbled at her throat, but when Guin thrust down upon him, Lochlann exhaled onto her neck. The hand encircling hers on the bed squeezed her tighter and his hips rose to meet her before he was able to get a grip on himself.

It didn't matter if he didn't move, not with Guinevere grinding into him. He caught the moment of discomfort when he'd moved her hand and how she'd replaced the discomfort with action. It was something small that he admired about her. and the fact that he admired her at all should have been a sign to reevaluate his life.

She was so stubborn, but that was okay with him. He smirked and his dark eyes wandered the shape of her body in the mirror. He pressed into her as she ground against him now, responding slowly.

"I do," Lochlann said. "I want you, Guin. I can't pretend I don't. I can't pretend I don't love coming inside you."

He felt like he was trying to wrestle something back from him, and Lochlann wasn't sure if he was willing to give it up that easily. So that's exactly what he did--he gave in just a little, letting her body pleasure him with its squirming and grinding. If he was cooperating, he was still in control....right?

His breath was coming in heavy pants. His jawline was close to her ear and she would be feel him when he groaned. Lochlann closed his eyes, but only for the barest of moments. Not yet. He wasn't giving in that far yet.

He took her left hand and started to circle the outside of her clit with it, keeping the barrier of her panties. He watched her in the mirror and hoped she was doing the same.

"I want you to watch yourself come," he whispered into his ear. He tongued her ear lobe for a moment, and then said, "and then I want you to watch me come inside of you."

He was going to ask, does this sound like a plan to you? but he didn't want to give her any more opportunity to protest. Instead, he pulled her closer to him and started a slow kiss.

He didn't kiss her for long, because Lochlann had an ultimatum.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, "Or tell me something about you I don't know."

He thought for a moment, and then said, "Like how and when you came to the academy."

This was a hostage negotiation now.

Her hand kept his face on hers, but Lochlann wouldn't have been able to look away even if she didn't hold his face.

He could taste her breath when she spoke and he parted his lips, tilting his head further as though he was going to actually consume every individual word. He touched her while she spoke; the hand she'd escaped from was now on her breast and his other still kept her hand anchored to her cunt.

But he listened.

When she kissed him, Lochlann imagined he could taste apples on her breath, and his hips rolled in excitement. The slow, breathless way he dangeled these pieces of information before him tauned him and spurred him forward.

She was looking him in the eye, and Lochlann didn't even realize that his hand had left her breast and was starting to unbuckle his belt.

"Why?" he asked. He was lost in her story with his mind, and now his body was on autopilot. "Why where they called ghost apples? who told you they were called that?"

To say that Lochlann was still beneath her was a lie, because he'd taken off his belt and tossed it onto her bed, and his hand still teased her sex through her panties.

But there was a stillness about him as he took in her words. Her fingers pressed into his face, and Lochlann tried to imagine eating something like she described, something tasteless and pale.

For some reason, this story frightened him.

Her fingers dug into his skin and bruised him like one of those apples even as her mouth claimed him. He entwined his tongue with hers and closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the moment, but he kept coming back to her words.

He shuddered.

He couldn't explain it. He could not explain why the thought of a young Guinevere eating apples had this affect on him. He hoped she would mistake the way his heart was racing as lust.

When they separated and she pulled away and shuddered, he held her tighter to himself.

For some reason, he didn't think she was making it up.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and tilted his head against hers. For a long time, the only sound was their heavy breathing and the gentle press of her bare skin against his jeans.

Finally, he said, "Thank you."

He took his right hand and wrapped it around her hips. Lochlann held her tight against him; he couldn't stop he thrusting and her grinding completely, nor did he want to. But he wanted her still as he did this.

He was possessive of her body and she'd be able to feel his cock pressed up like a threat against her. Her cunt was warm as he took her hand and started to stroke through the cotton with her fingers. He'd told her he was going to use her body, and he was.

His breathing was fast and uneven. She'd pushed him further to the edge than he'd anticipated, in the compliance by telling him her story had caught him off guard. If he was drunk, he would have been easier for her to manipulate. He probably would have let her climb ontop of him and ride him, but now, right now, Lochlann needed her to touch herself.

He had a very specific plan in mind for her, and Lochlann was not going to let this compromise it.

It wasn't like he was trying to smother this strange feeling she'd brought up in him, either. He couldn't believe she'd eaten one of the apples.

This was torture.

He shouldn't have let it get this far. Though he held her body hostage against him, her hips still found a way to tease his cock and push her soft, round butt into him.

He was trying so hard to do this slowly. He wanted every movement, every touch, to belong to him, and he wanted to observe and memorize the way her body reacted.

He still followed the same system he'd been using so far. Everytime she whispered his name, he strengthened his touch. He wanted her to ache when she said his name one day, but he couldn't deny that he ached everytime she said it. His mouth was on her neck and his teeth grazed her sensitive skin.

He grabbed her other hand suddenly and placed it on her breast. He'd realized his error in asking her to touch herself so soon, so Lochlann took a few steps back. With the hand on her breast, he instructed her to grope herself like he had earlier, and then he removed his hand from hers and used it to spread her legs and further expose herself in the mirror. He locked his ankle around hers, keeping her legs opened wide.


"I'm going to come again,"

"Good, good," he whispered into her ear. "That's good, Guin. Do you feel like slick you are, even through your panties? Imagine how much better that would feel on bare skin."

She jerked in his arms and Lochlann let out a groan despite himself. He couldn't take much more of this. He was going to pull her hair back and force her head back to the mirror, but she responded on her own.

She was telling him she hated it, but her body was quivering beneath him, and Lochlann knew this wasn't pain. His eyes caught hers in the mirror as though he was commanding her to stay there. He kept his own gaze trained on the reflection of her cunt and the dark stain that was starting to pool and drip down her legs. Christ, she was so wet. He needed her to come so he could take her now.

He kept pushing her to the edge, kept using her hand to do it. He wanted this seared into her mind, into her muscle memory. Lochlann sucked at her neck, pulling the taut skin into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. He felt her body start to quiver further and he pressed his lips to her ear suddenly, whispering those two words to her again as she came.

He watched her in the mirror. If she was watching him, she'd see the way his dark eyes flash and his face lost the mask for a moment. It was predatory, yes, but there was as much bliss from watching her come as if he'd been inside her.

He held her against him while her body rocked and the soft moans escaped her mouth. He was whispering her name and he'd dropped her hands to undue the buttons of his pants and start to tug them down. He didn't waste any time.

She was probably still coming when he pulled her panties to the side and sheathed his cock inside of her.

This was not part of the plan.

The next step of his plan had been to lay her down and slowly peel her panties from her and tease her slick cunt with his fingers until she came. Then, he was gonig to use his mouth, and finally, Lochlann was going to fuck her.

But he couldn't wait anymore. She'd spurred him to the edge and if Lochlann didn't get relief from the insistent torture of her body, he was going to drown.

He gritted his teeth and said her name like a curse as he started to slide in, but after the second thrust he whispered her name like a promise instead. He hadn't even taken her panties off, but now that he was inside her he didn't want to waste the time taking them off.

"That was good, Guin, " he whispered into her ear. "Now, you're going to have to watch me fuck you. Do you think you can do that for me, Guin? Do you think you can watch while I come inside you?"


He'd wanted to do this slowly and he was managing to not drill into her with unbridled desperation, but almost all of his restraint had broken.

She was so wet.

He forced himself into her engorged cunt and rode out the end of her orgasm. He rutted into her and found himself sinking deeper and deeper with each bounce of her body. He saw her eyes watching his cock disappear into her, and he wanted to tell that it wasn't even the best part. The best part was when he was all the way in her and their bodies had melted together, but he couldn't find the words.

He wasn't ready to slide into her that deep yet, but she was getting him there, and quickly. Again, it was at odds with her words. Lochlann mouthed her neck, feeling her throat vibrate as she spoke and panted and moaned.

"I'm just going to have to take it from you, then," he promised.

But, she'd beaten him there, too. Guin's small hand was wrapped around his cock and controlled the way he thrust into her. He watched with fascination as the slick juice from her cunt dripped onto her hand.

There was so much to look at, between the way her breasts swayed, to the way her cunt accommodated his girth with an ease unexpected for her size.

He wondered if she was gasping his name when she came down on his cock because she was onto the game he was playing. With each gasp, he thrust up into her as she started to pull away, ensuring that there was never truly a moment that he wasn't delving into her.

he'd been leaning back on one elbow for balance, but suddenly, Lochlann shifted forward. The action pushed more of him inside her and he pried her hand from his cock and pressed it against her clit. Just like before, he touched her with herself, only this time there was no restraint. He was trying to show her something, but he'd long forgotten what it was.

His other hand was on her breast now. It helped him both pinch and tease her sensitive tips, but also keep her body locked to his.

He'd wanted to spend the night worshiping her, and he still would, but for a moment, he used her for his own selfish pleasure. He bucked his hips and pumped into her, playing into the very game she wanted. His thrusts were fast and shallow but once he felt comfortable with the rymth, he yanked her hair and forced her to watch in the mirror as he sunk himself all the way inside her. His balls bounced up against her butt. He fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes, and then Lochlann started to roll his hips in a circle as he filled her, stroking the spot deep inside of her.

"Guin." He panted her name, and then Lochlann tilted his head back and let himself go in the pleasure a little bit more. "Guin, Guin, fuck, Guin."

He was getting distracted, and Lochlann jerked back into reality. He kept thrusting in deep until the sensation started to become too much for him.

"Come for me, Guin," he said. "I need you to come for me, because I'm going to fill you soon and I want you dripping when I do."

He grew more shameless with the way he handled her clit, still using her hand. The semblance of control was gone. He was all but begging her with his body.

She was going to kill him.

He could tell by the way her cunt was consuming him, greedy for his thick cock. he could tell by the way she shouted nothing, pure absolute nothing, just gibberish, that she was gone and she was taking him down with her.

The sounds she was making weren't even human anymore. He fucked her hard and viscious now, driving himself deeper and deeper into her willing thrusts.

Then, she told him she was going to kill him, and Lochlann believed her.

he almost couldn't take the pleasure she was racking from his body. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest he thought it would burst, and Guin took his eyes.

She came so quickly that he barely had the chance to get the words out. They didn't escape from his lips in a whisper--they came out strangled in a gasp pressed up into her ear as her cunt tightened and gushed over him.

"You're mine," he moaned and tried to hold her body still as it jerked and spasmed, but it didn't matter. He grabbed her hair again and forced her to look in the mirror but she was trembling and gasping and almost sobbing, and he couldn't keep his grip for long.

The crescendo of her movements sent a wave of pleasure crashing into him. He was watching her come and then Lochlann was coming inside of her. He thrust deep, his tightened balls again slapping of her butt, and he held himself deep inside her as his cock spurted and pumped inside her. His thighs spasmed and his hips rocked slightly as though he still were trying to fuck her. Her cunt milked him and the squeezing of those muscles and the dripping of her hot warmth over his cock was enough to keep his orgasm shooting jagged bursts of electricity through his body like lightning.

He was panting. His breath was hot and wet on her neck. His hands rested heavy on her clit and breast. Her flesh was searing him. He didn't think he'd ever be able to take his hands off her.

When he felt like his heart was no longer going to burst, Lochlann blinked from where he'd been nuzzling her neck. He stirred his hips lazily, his cock still throbbing and semihard inside of her. He withdrew slowly, watching in the mirror as her body released him.

He was still amazed she took all of him. Lochlann wasn't one to think like this because he was bragging; he knew he had a large cock and it caused problems in the past. But her body responded and fit perfectly to his. He hated and loved that he was made to pleasure her, and her specifically.

Lochlann leaned onto his back and pulled her onto the bed with him. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistening from exertion, and he licked at her shoulder.

"Fuck," he said. Becuase he couldn't say anything else yet. His mind was still scrubbed raw with the pleasure. "Fuck, Guin, fuck."

He didn't want to let her go.

He didn't want to admit that letting go like that, feeling like an animal, made him feel very human now.

He never thought there was a day he would be so eager to have Guinevere in his arms, but there it was. When she rolled to face him, he almost didn't let her at first. He'd felt a flicker of fear that she was going to get up, and Lochlann couldn't allow that to happen.

But, instead, she propped herself up and faced him. Her hair caged him and cut lavender bars of shadow and light in the darkness, and Lochlann relaxed as he fingers traced his face.

It was an intimate gesture.

He was still raw and aching with pleasure. Lochlann melted into her touch and his body relaxed into her mattress. He didn't think about the touch, didn't think about how rare it was for Guin's hands to be on him without the intention of sex or bloodshed. He just enjoyed it.

At one point, he'd nudged her legs apart so his knee was between her thighs. His hand was back at her cunt and he was feeling the sopping wetness soaking free from her panties. This wetness pleased him immensely and he gave a happy groan and nuzzled at her.

Finish your story about the Piper and the Water Horse."

Her words broke the silence and surprised him. He didn't think she'd even remembered, let alone wanted to hear the end of it.

It took him a moment to remember where they were.

"The piper and the water horse entered the hill, and when they stepped inside the earth sealed behind them like they were in a tomb. But it was not dark inside the earth. The walls glowed as though sunlight was trapped inside of them, and a gentle breezed caressed the rider and his mount as they descended."

He grazed his hand across her naked body so she could feel the breeze in the story. His voice was hushed and his accent was starting to slip back into the words, mirroring his memory of hearing it as a child.

"Deeper and deeper they went until the earth opened up and they were in a fabulous sitting room filled with the fae. Some of them were beautiful and looked like mortals, while others where ghastly and had the grim facades of the dead. Still, others yet were like animals, but no animals the piper had ever seen."

He wanted to take her there.

Lochlann had never been to the faelands himself, not entirely. He was born in this world, or between this world, and the thought that he had never been to his own home struck him suddenly. His face twitched into a frown.

"All the fae stared at the piper and then, from the back of the room, someone told him to play. The piper looked up, because he recognized the voice, and that's when his face paled. Do you know who he saw, Guin?"

His eyes were half-lidded. He was a lazy, stretched out thing in her bed, like a panther pretending to be a house cat. For the first time in a long time, Lochlann felt powerful, but he didn't want to. He wanted to feel like this night would last forever.

When she flinched from his touch, Lochlann gentled his approach. He still wanted more from her, but he wasn't going to hurt her in the process. He stroked her slowly through her panties but his intention wasn't to stimulate her, just to remind himself--and her--of what they've done. The mess they'd created was beautiful.

When she climbed on top of him, Lochlann arched an eyebrow, but he didn't move. He let it happen even though he knew better--she'd just flinched and now she was straddling him? This wasn't going to be about sex. This would be interesting.

When she wrapped her hands around his throat, Lochlann just looked at her. She looked almost as though she was in pain, and Lochlann thought about telling her that she should probably climb off of him because being up there was likely to get him hard again, especially with her pert breasts pressed to his chest.

He continued the story.

He acted like nothing was different, because it wasn't different. This was a normal Tuesday night for actual cannibal Guinevere Haze.

"It was the goose," Lochlann said. "The very goose the piper had stolen from the priest. His jaw dropped and he was aghast. 'but...but i ate you! i ate all of you except for your wings, which I gave to the sister next door, and she was the one who told the priest!'"

He licked his lips and swallowed. His adam's apple pressed into her hands. He continued.

" The water horse commanded him to play, and the piper had no choice but to play while the goose and the fae watched. But, he played well and strong and true, and soon the fae were up off their feet and dancing. They danced for hours and the piper played until his lungs felt like they would burst."

Lochlann slid his hands up onto her hips, holding her in place as though he was holding her to fuck her, but he wasn't. He was just holding her. He wasn't trying to stop her.

"Then, the goose waved her wing, and the song ended. The goose commanded everyone to pay the piper, and they each brought him a single gold coin. the piper was wealthy beyond belief. As they were leaving, the goose gave him a set of new pipes. 'With these,' the water horse said, 'people from all around will come to hear you play'.

The water horse took the piper over a bridge and bucked him over the edge. 'You have two things you didn't have before,' the horse said, 'music and common sense'.

The piper was elated. He ran home and banged on his mother's door. 'I am rich, and the best piper in the whole country!'

His mother told him to go to bed because he was drunk, but the piper could prove it. He pressed the pipes the goose had given him to his lips and blew, but instead of music, it sounded as though every goose and duck in the entire island had flown and landed into their house. When he turned his pockets out to show her the gold, it turned to acorns as it fell.

The racket of the pipes awoke everyone in town, and they came to his house to hear what the commotion was. He pressed the pipes to his lips again, and the sound awoke even those in the next town, and then the town after that, and people were streaming down the streets to hear what this commotion was.

Bewildered, the piper could only look for his old pipes and press them to his lips.

The music was that much sweeter with an audience."

He finished the story then. The silence after his voice spoke volumes. He was still trying to fathom how no one had read Guin fairytales. It hurt him to think so. He wondered if she'd been read to at all, or if all her past involved falls from windows and the apples of the dead, and something to burn her small hands.