Dance of Desire

The Breeze swept through the golden ends of Arthur's long mane bellowed on his shoulders.

He stood on the doorstep of the Lodge in quiet thought, listening to the symphony on the wind, how it whispered to him as He looked for miles out into the treeline.

Crow removed her mask, and looked at Arthur for a moment, observing the queer nature of his gaze. "Why do we linger here?" She eventually asked.

He watched as the wind shook the tall pines, waving like green fingers in the soft gale. The clouds were few and far between the ocean of blue in the sky, a thing he would contemplate and dream of as a boy, praying to the Seven Saints, God and the Divine Goddess that if he climbed high enough, then maybe he could sprout feathers and take to the aether.

"You served my Uncle, and My father before him." He stated, unable to tare his eyes from the horizon.

"...And your Grandfather; King Henry before the both of them, They were the ones who killed him and subjugated me from his service." She reminded him, just like she used to when he was a boy.

Arthur nodded and slowly turned to finally look upon her "What are we Black-Crow? This isn't human, I feel... odd."

"In what regard?"

"In the regard that the wind is speaking to me, guiding me, I feel as if the sky beckons. You have served the Regis for three generations, and I know that it isn't just me. Edwyn... she isn't human either, not anymore." The flames dwelt within her as if it were the breath of life, He saw how she called on it to kill Ozwuld, no mortal man or woman born of the Goddess could wield that kind of power, not even the sorcerers of old could command flame with that level of majesty.

Black-Crow blinked and tilted her head "I have noticed... anomalies in your family's ability. Lord Ozwuld especially after his Twentieth year, He displayed a drastic change, he became larger, faster and stronger, He too experienced nightmares."

Arthur looked on intensely, it was not as if Crow could lie, it made it harder to tell if she was hiding something, but he found an overwhelming trust well inside, smiting his suspicion, Crow had been there for him when no one else was.

"And my Father?"

Her eyes, black as night stared unblinkingly "Even more so, it was when Uther turned twenty that the two rebelled against the Hysterical, after the death of their sister, your aunt, Joanna of Ghis; at her own father's hand."

He rubbed his eyes "I heard a thousand times, how could such a fool. They went South"

South... Father and Uncle went south and came back with the power to destroy Henry the Hysterical, and Edwyn went south and came back with the power to tare everything he held dear apart, and in the prism of his mind, he felt fear, because what the winds whispered to him, the way it drew him... it was south, over and over again it preached and clawed and screamed: south.

"Is that all you know?" He prodded.

"A shadow-"

"Does ask questions." He nodded, and smiled "I know."

"This is not the reason we are out here, what are your orders, Master?" She asked blankly.

He sighed and took a seat, his head ached with pain, the screaming wouldn't stop, the flames haunted him so, he desperately sort to distract himself "Your Pipe, if you please."

"Milkweed does not warrant a clear mind, Master."

"I don't warrant unnecessary questions, Black-Crow." He shot back, he struggled to control his anger, as if it refused to allow him to relax. And so without another word she removed her long Pipe from her satchel, as well as a small pouch of Milkweed which she filled the choke with and handed to him promptly.

With a flick of flint and steel, the pipe erupted with a small light which he averted his eyes from, He had trained himself to suffer minor flames, the crackling of greater infernos however remain unsettling... but Dragonfire; his hands trembled at the memory of it.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, Arthur allowed himself to fall into a gentle haze, the harsh milkweed making the hairs on his neck stand on end, and his hands to steady. It tore away the bulk of his fear and so he spoke without hesitation "He wouldn't have gotten far, likely news of the Britons and Skjal's defeat would have reached him, he would have fled to the western shores of Floki... find him and bring him to me alive." She had noticed too that night on his own Twentieth Name day, only one had left early, only one could have taught the Britons to navigate Uld as well as they did... and only one who marks their steel like He does.

"Understood, I will not be long." and so all he did was blink, and she was gone.

"I'm never gonna get used to that." Arthur thought aloud.

He didn't leave, he merely sat on the doorstep and waited, puffing his fears away as his wrath continued to steadily grow.

Although after thirty or so minutes he heard footsteps, practised and light on the snow, wandering off with a hunters gate that was clear on his overly sensitive ears. He sighed... why had she run off?

Arthur pushed himself up, knocking out Crow's pipe and pushing through the front door into the Lodge.

The wall of warmth and the scent of incense filled his nostrils as Arthur entered, Lee Ector was not sat on her chair... but instead, her mane of long messy and wavy locks of midnight black hung from the gleaming edge of the tub of copper, filled with steaming and sweet-smelling water, scented with lavender and honey.

He paused at this, the shine of the moisture on her toned arms which where relaxed along the huge tub.

Lee turned her head and peered at him with relaxed emerald eyes "Close the door, Arthur, You'll let the heat out."

The Latch closed tightly as He drew the door closed "Where did Kara decide to run off to this time?" He asked, moving around only to be consumed by disappointment... most of Lee's more desirable assets were submerged in the bath.

"She claimed to be vexed by my venomous stare." Lee smiled, the kind of content smile that Aetri had scarcely seen, but Arthur had seen in abundance. "But I suspect that she merely felt the need to further implant herself with the Uld, they seem much more receptive to her after her part in the battle. As... angelic as she tries to appear to be, I can sense her desire to learn their secrets."

Arthur frowned "Kara isn't--"

"Ugh." Sliding beneath the water, Lee's head lead her slithering mane of black into the water where she remained for a while. Moving over to the tub, Arthur felt no fear of scolding, the Milkweed saw to that, resting his arms on the warm copper edge of the bath and breathing in the pleasant scent.

Emerging from the bath, Lee's shaggy hair stuck to her face as she let out her submerging breath "How is it that You can possess such a gift for insight and not see the thrones of your own rose, hehe... I fear your compassion will be your downfall."

"This is about love, not compassion." He retorted sharply.

Lee did not protest but merely nodded "I suppose... I have been to focused on our task, and on my woes to show you much of that."

"That isn't what I meant."

"I know, but it makes it no less true." Lee was of Iron, tempered in the horrors of war, but now she seemed soft as silk and warm as the morning sun.

She was beyond beautiful, it was difficult to ignore the tease of her bust, scattered with droplets, even if she was a child of the Green, a daughter of Spring who could not easily grow old or lose her perfection, Lee-fu was especially vuluptious in her duality; a mixture of power and vulnerability.

"I never thought that I had enough of a heart to care if another man came nor went from my life..." Her body glided through the waters, as she moved closer, ozzing into his space gently, as her dripping hand brushed his hair from his face. "...But I will miss you, boy. For so long I have festered in my own failures, but your success has freed me."

He shook his head, as He looked into his eyes "You don't have to stay here, come with me, I would be broken and dead without you, a hole in the world, a coward..."

A smile rept on her face as she gripped his hand "A coward could never have achieved even a thimble full of what you have survived. Your Lord Uncle served under me, we fought side by side in the heart of the Old rebellion, and He would be so proud of you, as am I."

A dam broke in him then, eight long years he had longed for a moment like this from her, and it cut any and all uncertainty from him. The former Generals fingers traced his arm "There are oils and balms in the water that may benefit your wounds, I take it you are still sore?" She prodded.

"More than I thought possible."

"Then perhaps you may accept my offer to heal your ills as you have mine." Her dripping fingers constricted around his forearms, drawing him in with her eyes as she slowly arose from the steaming tub, her hands travelling up his cotton shirt; more and more of her body revealed.

Droplets of clear water fell from the curve of Lee-fu's round breasts, full and heavy, but deceivingly pert. The areole were small but the nipples were thick and hard as they pierced up through the surface. Small slithers of aqua travelled from the curve of her bust down through the Lean canyon of muscle on her stomach, and further still down to her mound, crowned with a small bundle of curly black hair.

Lee basked in his gaze as she lightly smiled, unclasping the buttons of his cotton shirt. A gentle hum spiralled in gentle song as she unfurled his shirt, and unbuckled his breaches, soothing him with her sweet tune and enchanting him with her intoxicating stare.

With careful hands she drew him into the bath, his wounds aching and his stitches throbbing as the warmth of the scented bath welcomed him and allowed him to fall into relaxation.

He closed his eyes, absorbing the sweet tune, and hard points of Lee's breasts pressing into his back, her legs curled around his waist.

Arthur wondered for how long she harboured these feelings for him, at what point did she stop becoming his Mentor, and when did the affection begin? All he knew is that in the aftermath of his Dragonslaying, she filled his blank abyss with comfort, where before she bequeathed only hard discipline.

Lee pushed her fingers into the small of his back, pulled on his fingers, ran the flat of her palms down his spine, it made his eyelids become heavy "The road to Camelot is long, and you are sweet to the eyes, I can see your path, Boy, laid with many women."

"I have a woman." He whispered, she rubbed the tension from his ridgid, caloused fingers.

"Aye, but she has left you wanton before, it is below a man of Royal blood to retain his seed for only one."

Arthur smiled "My mother surely would have disagreed with the old ways."

"Chastity is not a Dragons nature, King Uther knew this. Do you see yourself on that path?" Lee hugged him from behind and used her biceps to click at his ribs and strengthen his back, it sent warm streams of fantasia to sprint up the course of his chest.

"I am no dragon." Despite the insignia of the House of Regis, Arthur would not compare himself to those monstrosities.

"No, you are a man, with the needs of a man. And a man should boast knowledge in the art of pleasing the fairer." Her slithering fingers ran water through his long spiralling hair, caressing his scalp and pushing the stress from his broad shoulders.

"You speak as if it is a science." He spoke lowly, never before had any woman brought him to such a deep and warm place, where his worries and cares were moot and only his own comfort matters.

"It is much more than that, Boy. The Pleasures of women is an art, perhaps I could teach you one more lesson before you leave this place."

Arthur knew the ways of Britannia, the time of man was long past nigh, especially for the High lords; even more so for the pompous royals. Men of the Regis were expected to spread their seed, immortalizing their dynasty; as was the way of the royal Drachem faith.

Perhaps... it would be beneficial to learn, just like Lee always said, any advantage in battle and life must be snatched up without hesitation.

"And what would you teach me then, Mentor?" These words were a marked the beginning.

Lee lent in and whispered desire into his ear "Here, now, I am Lee. Not a general, not a mentor, just Lee. Face me."

He turned in the waters to face her, where her subtle and alluring smile awaited him, and her vuluptious form drew him.

"Tut-tut, as... magnetic as a woman's body is, always look into the eyes, see me with these..." She pointed to his golden orbs "...But feel me with these." She puppeted his fingers, made them touch and caress at her hips "Appreciate the skin, the curves, every inch made esctasy. Do not rush, take your time, work up from waist to lips, and only then do we focus on what is below."

Arthur followed instructions, with his own little twist, the hunger he felt for his Mentor was unrivaled and so he allowed his digits to dance across her olive skin, where he worshiped her hips, caressed her shoulders, fondled at her breasts.

Lee flushed deeply, a gentle sigh escaping her red lips "Ummm, Gently." She warned.

He ran his thumb around the circle of her nipples, gooseflesh erupted across her chest as he tugged ever so lightly.

A whirlwind of lust began to build in Arthur, he wanted her lips, her body, he wanted to feel her warmth pressed against him. Arthur moved in to capture her lips but Lee blocked him "No no no. Paitence." She whispered softly, squeezing his cheeks and pulling his face down to her abdomen "Start low and work your way up, a kiss is earned, not taken."

Arthur chuckled "Is there no room for aggression, Lee?"

"Of course there is, but a dam does not break without cracks appearing first. Every woman is different of course, some prefer it that way and some others, that is for you to determine."

"And what do you prefer?"

Her eyes bled with lust "I prefer for you to determine." She repeated lowly.

Arthur took a moment to think, Lee was a hard woman, who had weathered storms beyond imagining... She had put him through that storm for eight years and finally, now He felt her warmth, perhaps it was time that Lee felt patience and warmth of her own.

Placing his lips on her strong stomach, Arthur's kisses travelled up Lee's body, tracing her athletic form with lips and tongue, worshipping her breasts and kissing her rock-hard nipples.

Lee hummed in deep approval as He took a nipple into his mouth, carefully nipping as He continued to massage her hips "Mmm, Very good."

He smiled as his confidence rose, His fingers tightened and pulled her close, the hard and soft of her muscle and curves pressing against him as He nibbled on her neck, massaging the full flesh of her rump. His Mentor moaned lightly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders "Very very good indeed." She oozed with heat.

Arthur was no fool, he knew that words had just as much power as actions, and so he decided to whisper to her "You are sweetest of fruits, if I had known what you were hiding under all that iron then I'd have taken you sooner."

Lee bit her lip "Charm works wonders."

"Then this will be a miracle." Arthur moved slowly up, looking deeply into Lee's eyes as he closed the space and their lips touched. Their tongues danced ever so gently, Lee held on so desperately and groaned into his mouth as his fingers began to explore between her legs.

While she had a gathering of hair, Lee's netherlips were clean and smooth, she oozed with pleasure, her mouth opening in a low hum as his fingers toyed with her clitoris "Fuck, you are a cheeky little beast aren't you--Augh!"

A Hard breath erupted from her as he circled her slit, teasing her entrance with a devilish smile before plunging two fingers between her slick walls.

Lee rocked her hips slowly, growling as she buried her face into his neck and bit down hard on his skin, but he did not care, he only pushed his fingers in further, twirling as he unsheathed momentarily to rub the flat of his fingers against her lips and clit.

His mentor's low moans built like a whipping gale, her breaths heavy and waist convulsing as He pleasured her masterfully, even without the bath she was wet like a waterfall.

"Yes... just like that, hmmmf, my talented student, you're going to make me cum!" She called kissing his lips, touching the hardening rod which throbbed for affection. She stroked the sensitive head, driving him into a maddening lust, not fulfilled until her grip on his long shaft tightened.

"You have talented hands."

She smiled "they will soothe all of your aches and pains." her stroke was slow at first, but built faster and faster until he was solid to the core with tension.

Lee quivered and licked her lips "Enough foreplay, you cannot... hmm, do too little or--fuck, uhh... too little. Let us see if you fuck as well as you tease?"

She mounted him as a warrior mounts her stead, the warmth of her slit pressing against the rigid length of his stalk.

They paused for a moment, simply looking wordlessly into each other's eyes, how could she be so powerful and yet enchanting, it was so intoxicating that even as she sunk his head between her folds, he became lost in a haze of pleasure.

"By the bloody gods, it's been so fucking long... oh yes, you're thick as a tree trunk."

It was true, he could feel the unbelievable tightness of her hungry cunt, it gripped him so tightly and throbbed with hunger, pushing against his cock as he stretched her out with his girth.

"You are a Goddess, I would abandon my quest a thousand times to fuck you for the rest of my days." He huffed as she swallowed him up to the womb.

"L-Liar." She cooed, the rocking of her hips stirring him deep inside. Lee drew him in deep and hammered his hard, the tightness of her grip making his arms go blue as she smiled and bounced and laughed as He pushed up into her depth, the bath rocking and water spilling; lost in the animalism of their union.

With a wicked flair, He pulled her up, and turned her around, Lee was mouldable like clay in this moment, he was the master, and so when He bend her over the side of the tub she arched her hips to offer her pussy to him.

He plunged back inside, making uncharacteristically girlish moans slip from her lips; her full rear clapping against his waist while he hilted himself deep inside.

"Fuck your mentor, Arthur, I want all of your cock inside--hmmm that's it don't spare me, demolish me you merciless bull!!" She begged and pleaded, it was more than he could take. Arthur gasped her nipple, bending over to hilt into her womb; Lee's eyes rolled back, her legs shaking as she came fiercely for the first time at another hand in many a year.

The two became lost in a dance of desire, He filled her wet snatch in as many positions as they could muster, her trilling voice and soft commands teaching him as many tricks and tacts that pushed her into thrice the amount of orgasms until she was little but a tired mess.

Arthur plunged inside once again, holding up her strong leg up in the air as He pumped into her from the side, small groans escaping her lips. Lee was deceivingly flexible, he had certainly figured that out by now... he also figured out that He could continue on their little game for quite a while, even still his climax was not long on the horizon.

"Y-You're... going to cum aren't you?" She asked through stifled squeaks.

"How... how can you tell?"

"Your little warrior is throbbing inside me..." Her eyes like emeralds fixed resolutely on him, face red, tongue half escaped as she huffed hot breaths "do it inside me, I want to feel it spray deep, don't you dare take it away." she shook and quivered, He drew out her climax like a long fishing line, reeling in slowly as He lent down and kissed her again, where she welcomed his lips.

"I cannot... we can't conceive, do you have Autumn Flower?"

She grinned as she pulled him all the way inside "In abundance. Now, shut up and finish me, make me your whore, own me, that's the key, you have to drench my womb with your seed and take me entirely. do it... fuck yes that's it, rub my clit and fill me with your desire, cum in me! fucking cum in me!"

"Fuck, ugh!" Arthur's poll, pulsed as he fucked her harder and harder, the pleasure rising and tickling his balls which churned with cum. "Fuck!" He cried as Lee growled, forcing her tongue in his mouth as he forced a river of ivory to fire into the depths of her pussy, filling her so intensely that white spilt from either side of her lips, mixing both with the bathwater and the gush of her climax, the two lost in a quivering satisfaction.