11.1 Enticement

Though you try your best to relax, your mind is racing with thoughts. In spite of your best efforts, you find yourself unable to gain rest. Eventually, you become frustrated enough to rise from your bed. You sense Tiberius' gaze shift over to you slightly as you make your way over to one of the tables. After pouring another chalice of wine, you move to another table that is laid out with scrolls. Before you can react, there is movement to your side. You stiffen in surprise when the large man reaches past you and picks up one of the candles. You watch warily as he silently lights it and sets it back down. You give a soft nod of appreciation before turning your attention to one of the scrolls. To your annoyance, you find it increasingly difficult to concentrate on its writings. Sighing in frustration, you take a deep sip from your cup. The linger sense of the guards presence remains, only further distracting you.

Doing your best to dismiss these thoughts, you **** your gaze to return to the scroll. Before you know it, your chalice is nearly empty and you have yet to move past the first line of text. Sighing again, you stand and turn to move towards the side table. Once again, the man is swiftly at your side and takes the empty cup from your hands. A moment later he has returned the now filled item to you and moves back to his post. When your hand curls around the stem of chalice, sharp pain quickly pulls your attention away. Frowning, you glance down to see blood staining the bandage wrapped around your wounded hand. Gritting your teeth, you down a large portion of your drink before setting it down. The **** provides some relief from the pain, but not enough to completely distract from it.

"Guard." You turn to address the man while fidgeting with the bandage. "I need your assistance."

You find yourself rather pleased when he attentively steps forward and examines your hand. Your heartbeat increases as he holds it in his own hand while unwrapping the damp bandage. A deep frown creases his brow when he observes the wound. Wordlessly, he reaches past you and picks up your chalice. You gasp in surprise and slight discomfort when he pours its contents over the cut. Though you're not entirely adept in medicine, you are aware of the benefits **** has on some injuries. Once finished, he returns the cup to your free hand which you quickly raise to your lips. You down the last of its contents while the man wraps clean linen around the wound.

"Is that all you require?" He asks after tying the bandage in place.

You slowly lower the cup from your lips and run a thumb along its rim. The strange feeling you experienced earlier returns as you contemplate his question and more-so your response. Biting the inside of your lip, you glance up at the man tentatively. Perhaps it is the large amount of wine you have consumed over the evening, but you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to the man. Something about his dutiful demeanor has left you uncharacteristically desirous.

"No." You quickly blurt out before you realize what you are saying.

A deep blush swiftly spreads across your cheeks upon hearing your words. Tiberius raises a brow questioningly but does not speak. You're acutely aware he is awaiting a command or response. Swallowing nervously, you raise the cup back to your lips only to find it empty. Sighing softly, you brush past and quickly refill it. You can feel his eyes on your back as you take another long sip before turning to face him again.

"You said you would do my bidding." You begin cautiously while trying to read the man's emotionless expression.

Still remaining silent, he gives you a curt nod of affirmation. Clutching the cup tighter, your gaze absentmindedly drifts down his broad form. You feel your blush deepen as you take in his large, muscular frame. You quickly blame the wine for your untoward feelings. Regardless, you find yourself unable to distract yourself from these thoughts. You take in a deep inhale before moving and walking over to the bed. Still facing the man, you wordlessly begin untying your tunic. The man's dark eyes watch carefully while the garment slowly falls from your form. To your relief, you do not have to verbally make your request. Tiberius clearly understands as he silently steps forward. He stops before you, keeping his sharp gaze fixed on your exposed figure. You inhale softly when his rough hand brushes against your side.

You're unable to react before you're swiftly pushed back against the bed. Your eyes widen in surprise when you feel his other hand on your thigh. Biting your lip, you try to relax as your leg is pulled to the side. Though this is what you wanted, you feel your face growing increasingly warm. Before you can question your decision, sudden movement catches your attention. A loud gasp escapes your lips when the man moves his head down. Instant pleasure washes over you as his tongue connects with your sensitive skin. Any regrets or protests you may have had quickly leave your mind. Your eyes begin to flutter closed while you enjoy the satisfying sensation. You reflexively arch into him as his tongue moves in firm, concentric circles. In a short amount of time, you're gasping out again when an orgasm takes over you.

Panting softly, your eyes roll back as the man continues his actions. Your fingers grip the material beneath you tightly and somewhat painfully. When you reflexively pull back, you feel his grip dig into your thigh as you're pulled back towards him. Groaning lightly, you're too distracted by the pleasure to mind the slight discomfort. The rough skin of his jaw brushes against your delicate skin when his movements grow more fervent. You're unable to pull away as his hand remains tightly wrapped around your soft flesh. Squirming slightly in his grasp, you feel another climax coming over you. Immense pleasure quickly spreads over your writhing form. Inhaling deeply, you feel somewhat disappointed when Tiberius stands up. This is swiftly replaced by a mix of apprehension and anticipation when he begins removing his cloak.

You breathe out slowly as you continue watching him disrobe. His broad figure is just as impressive as you had assumed. His large, muscular form is rather stocky, giving you the impression his form is the result of hard, physical labor. Biting your lip again, your eyes drift down his abdomen when he begins removing the remainder of his uniform. Nerves swiftly overtake you when the last of his garments are removed. Though it should be of little surprise his anatomy would remain consistent, you can't help feeling rather overwhelmed. The sight of his large appendage leaves you feeling quite apprehensive and somewhat doubtful. When your lips part to speak, you find yourself without words. Unable to protest, all you can do is try to pull away when the man moves back towards you. Seeming oblivious to your concern, he swiftly wraps an arm beneath your waist. Your eyes widen further when you feel his large shaft pressing against your entrance.

A sharp mix of pain and euphoria fills you when roughly thrusts into you. Water springs into the corners of your eyes as you're **** to adjust to his size. Blinking back the tears, you hesitantly look up at the man. A serious, almost pragmatic expression rests on his otherwise emotionless face. A small frown furrows your brow as his expression leaves you feeling confused and slightly disappointed. You're unable to further dwell on this thought when Tiberius shifts his weight over. His hand returns to your thigh as your leg is pulled up towards your side. You can't suppress a loud moan when you feel his large shaft slide in deeper. His broad torso slams against your own as he continues thrusting into you roughly. Your body trembles lightly when you're overcome by another large orgasm. Despite the immense pleasure you feel, you're still slightly distracted by the thought that the pleasure is only one sided.

Throwing your free leg over his side, you use the moment to push him down. You're sure he allows you to move him as you certainly would not have been able to should he have resisted. Pressing your hands against his chest, you turn him onto his back while rolling over on top of him. His brow raises in apparent intrigue as you swiftly straddle him. Arching your back slightly, you lower back onto his increasingly erect member. Another soft moan escapes your lips as you settle back against him. Determined to elicit some response from the man, you slowly begin sliding up and down his thick shaft. A steady stream of liquid begins trickling down your thighs as you continue your movements. Biting your lip, you try not to focus on the intense pleasure you feel from the sensation. Your palms press firmly against the man's broad shoulders as you feel yourself unwantingly giving in. After a moment, your body stiffens lightly when you feel your inner walls tightening against him. Whimpering softly, you have **** but to release around him.

A pool of liquid has formed beneath your flushed figure. A deep blush covers your slightly sweaty and rather abashed face. Opening your eyes slowly, you drunkenly gaze down at the man beneath you. To your relief and increased arousal, you see a rather pleased smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A lazily smile of your own spreads over your face while you slowly sink back into the man. You can feel yourself being stretched out as more of his large appendage fills you. Locks of your hair fall around your face as you gently raise up before sliding back down. You feel your anticipation build again when the man's expression waivers slightly. This only encourages your movements further. A wave of excitement shoots across you when you hear him let out a slight groan. Keeping your pace even, you continue sliding up and down his slick shaft. Eventually, you once again find yourself gasping in pleasure as another climax spreads through you.

To your surprise and slight apprehension, this seems to be the last bit of encouragement the man needed. Another gasp escapes you when you're swiftly pulled down and **** onto your stomach. Fear and anticipation build while the man's hand grabs your waist, pulling it back towards him. Pain quickly refills your body when he roughly forces himself back into you. Biting back tears, you lean back into him, eager to regain the feelings of pleasure. To your relief, they return after a moment, filling you with even more ecstasy. Tiberius grunts lightly as he begins roughly slamming into you. His large member completely engulfs you as it slides in deeper. More liquid runs down your flushed skin while you relish in the pleasurable feeling. Your face roughly scrapes against the coarse fabric beneath you as your form slides back and forth across it. Your fingers curl against it in a vain effort to keep yourself steady.

Your grip tightens when you feel yourself reaching your precipice. Another deep moan leaves you as a final climax makes its way across your now weak form. You can hear Tiberius panting lightly before he swiftly pulls away from you. A moment later, warm, viscous liquid splashes against your back and slowly runs down your sides. Exhaling softly, you gingerly roll over and run a hand through your damp hair. Looking over, you see an equally relaxed look has replaced the typically stoic one on the man's face. A light frown briefly passes over you as you slowly come to realize your actions.