by Viva Fox
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Their kissing was quite passionate and considering it was one of the first times Maura had ever done such a thing she found that she was quite natural at it. Their lips locked and their tongues toyed with each other. Their hands couldn’t find a single place to rest, but instead swarmed over the others’ body trying to feel and map every peak and valley.
Maura sat back into the pillows and watched as Alistair rose up until it seemed as if he was towering over her. He removed his shirt slowly, his fingers and hands at one moment were both so strong and nimble. They worked the knots of the shirt and he pulled it over his head. His chest was exposed to her and she saw a thin layer of sweat that had formed over his body. In the low light of the moon he almost seemed to shine in front of her.
She was completely surrounded in the blankets and pillows as he lowered himself on top of her. His hands draw cursive lines all over her neck and arms. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the horses’ hooves clopping through the mud behind them. Maura tried to focus on them, but was snapped out of her near trance like state when his lips connected with her own. A spark shot through her body and she felt like she came to life.
His hands were no longer nimble as they worked at removing her clothes. His arms became tense and lifted her and shifted her so that she didn’t have to work at all as he disrobed her. She felt as his calloused hands touched her bare skin for the first time. She was startled, but found the touch comforting after a few moments because like his fingers they stood for strength and hard work. However, after those first few moments it was as if they became soft. The hands started at her neck after they pulled her dress over her head.
They massaged her neck and moved to her shoulders where his thumbs deftly began to knead away knots and points of tension that had built up since the King had made his way into her life. She quickly pushed the thought of the King out of her head as Alistair’s hands continued to move south to where they gently cupped her breasts. She had dreamed of this moment.
His fingers were slow and delicate as they played over her nipples. They lightly pinched and teased them as his lips moved from her own lips to her neck. He kissed her stress and worries away as his fingers created goose bumps. It was a unique experience for her, the goose bumps once represented that she was scared and now as they cascaded over her body, his lips casually working around them, they represented so much more. They represented a future.
His hands began to drift further at that point and his fingers danced across her stomach as they went. Maura’s body spasmed under his touch and she wanted to pull away, but couldn’t help but feel like this was exactly what he knew she would do, so she stayed and endured the spasms. His hands ended near her thighs.
That was when her breath became shorter and she began to worry. She had never done anything like this and she didn’t know anything about this man. She thought for a moment about the consequences of her actions and the things that would happen because of it. Alistair clearly noticed her hesitation and stopped kissing her. He pulled away and went to remove his hands, but Maura reached out and returned them to where they were.
She had lived a false life, it was time for her to start living her own life. She leaned forward out of her pillow bed and kissed him, drawing him back into the comfort of the pillows with her. They kissed and his hands continued to work their magic. His hands guided her legs to open and he allowed his body to slide in between them naturally. She felt as if their bodies were magnets and they were being pulled together by some kind of force.
That was then Alistair pulled away from kissing and began to kiss her neck, but he didn’t stop there. He continued to slide down and kissed her all the way down her body until he reached her tits. There, he took one into his mouth and began to suckle and lick at her nipple. She moaned and was glad she had tested whether or not the other guards could hear them. She would have been more than happy for Alistair to stay there all night, but he had other things in mind.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue and continued to move down her body, hesitating over her stomach, kissing her in a circle around her navel. She giggled and she looked down to see him looking up at her smiling. He didn’t stop and continued to kiss, shifting his body further and further down until he was practically back into the hole he had originally climbed in from.
He slowly adjust himself by slipping beneath her legs so that her thighs were nestled by his ears. He started gently and passionately and kissed her womanhood. She gasped at the feeling. She had only ever teased herself before and had never had anyone so close. She closed her eyes and felt them roll back as he continued to kiss at her pussy, his tongue creeping in closer and closer. Maura could feel it just on the cusp of her lips.
Just then he broke her sexual spirit open. His tongue flicked and massaged her pussy and she immediately felt herself cum, as if a dam had been broken of years spent avoiding this very moment. One hand shot down and grabbed onto the back of his head, her fingers tangled themselves up into his hair. The other hand shot up and grabbed onto the pillow. She bit her lower lip with such force she swore she had broken the skin.
He was gentle with his tongue, but was not scared of hesitating over the areas that were clearly getting the best response out of her. Alistair also clearly didn’t mind his hair being pulled as she could hear him moan into her pussy every time she tugged at his hair. Maura forced him and guided him around her womanhood as he worked until she felt her body begin to spasm again. But unlike before, this spasm was so intense she tried to pull away.
Alistair didn’t let her though, his hands and arms seemed to lock her in place as she writhed and contorted under his muscles. She felt the goosebumps crash like a wave over her body again and her body went limp and Maura felt herself shudder as a warmth rushed to her face. Then, Alistair worked his way back up to her face, kissing her along the way. She had never experienced anything like that before and couldn’t wait for more.
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Alistair and Maura didn’t have long to revel in their lovemaking because shortly after the both collapsed into each other they heard a tap coming from the back of the carriage. Alistair swore under his breath and began to dress, helping Maura into her own clothes. She looked at him and asked what the plan was.
“Well, we’re going to very quickly open that door,” he pointed to the side of the carriage, “and you’re going to jump onto the horse that will be riding there.” Maura looked up at him in a slight panic and he placed a hand on her back to calm her. “And I will be right behind you, so there is nothing to worry about.” He waited a moment until she had finished tying everything into place. “So, ready?”
Alistair shifted towards the door and swung it open. Just as he had said, there was a horse that was patiently riding alongside the carriage. Something that Alistair hadn’t mentioned though was that there were also shouts coming from the front of the carriage. He motioned for her to jump and she quickly shuffled over to the door and jumped.
She felt her legs hit the horse and scrambled to grab ahold of the reins as the horse buckled under the sudden addition of weight. Without a moment's hesitation Alistair was out the door and had landed more gracefully onto the back of the horse, his arms carefully sliding under her own and taking ahold of the reins.
“Have you done this before, Sir Alistair,” she shouted over the rush of the wind. She felt his chest heave behind her as he laughed and responded.
“Once or twice, but never with anyone else, I swear it.” He clicked his heels and turned the horse. She noticed that the two soldiers that she saw before were also sitting together on the same horse, but their horse was clearly having a harder time keeping up with Alistair and Maura. They turned as well and peeled off from the convoy.
The shouts trailed after them and the carriage pulled over on the side of the road. However, by the time the rest of the soldiers had been alerted, they were long gone.
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They rode for a few hours stra
ight to make sure no one had followed them. Maura was surprised that no one had and it was clear that Alistair and his two brothers were as well. After the few hours they pulled off into a small forest and decided to set up camp. While Alistair set up camp with one of the brothers and Maura, the second brother rode off and decided to circle his way back to see that there was no one following them at a distance.
She was surprised to find that the two brothers were actually twins. Alistair told her how they were all orphaned very young by a band of soldiers and the soldier that killed their mother was none other than the current King George. It was apparently the single campaign that showed the commanders in charge that he was ready for leadership. Maura didn’t understand how the killing of innocent people proved that and Alistair did his best to explain it to her.
“You see,” his eyes were focusing on knocking the flint and steel together to attempt to light a fire. “Leadership is all about making difficult decisions. I don’t doubt that George didn’t want to kill my mother and abandon us, but the fact is he did. It gave him favor in one place and took it away in another. That is how leadership works.” A spark jumped from the flint and landed on his small pile of kindling and he looked up at her. “Favor changing from hand to hand.”
Alistair stood up and walked over to where his brother was standing, staring out at the horizon between the trees, clearly waiting for the return of his brother. Alistair reached him and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around because he was in deep thought and was startled. “Is everything alright?” His brother shook his head slowly and responded.
“I don’t know, something feels strange.” Just then a shout could be heard from the deep woods. It sounded like their brother and their hunch was proved to be true when he yelled for them to come and help him. Both brothers, and even Maura, ran towards the sound of his voice and reached him in no time. They came upon him in a clearing and he was holding a small man by the scruff of the neck.
“Look what I caught crawling through the trees towards camp.” He forced the man down to his knees, both hands were held up and in surrender and it was clear from the smell and the large stain in his trousers that he had pissed himself. He began to sputter and cried for mercy.
“Please, sirs. I meant no harm, I was merely following the orders of the King.” Alistair stepped forward and drew his sword. He placed the tip of the blade under the man’s chin and lifted it up so that he was looking up at Alistair. His sniveling continued as Alistair began to speak.
“And now, have you gotten word back to him somehow?” Alistair looked the man in the eyes, but the man looked away into the distance. Alistair looked up at his brother who now had a fistful of the man’s hair clenched in his fist, his own dagger drawn.
“No, sir. Nothing at all left my lips.” He continued to shake and both brothers, but not Alistair, spat into the dirt where the man cowered. The man shook even more and began to stutter and continued. “I mean that I didn’t have time to ride back myself, you see. I sent word via raven though.” Alistair squatted down so that he was eye level with the man, his sword now pressed firmly into his throat. A small bead of blood formed on the tip of his blade.
“So you tried to lie to me and my brothers. That can be forgiven, I have lied to them as well.” Both of the brothers laughed menacingly. “However, what cannot be forgiven is the fact that you just lied to your future Queen.” He shifted slightly so that the man was now looking up into the eyes of Maura. She watched as his eyes shifted from fear to begging. Alistair clearly noticed the same shift. He stood up, cutting the man slightly with the sword. “So, future Queen Maura. What is your edict?”
Alistair handed her the sword and she looked down at the blade. It was heavy and chipped with use, small divots cut out of the blade from all of the lives that he had taken. She pondered to think of all the times he had spared people to get such a reputation. His face and eyes were so gentle and welcoming, they couldn’t possibly be the eyes of a killer. She looked up from the sword and saw his face, the hard jawline and soft cheekbones, his eyes searching her face for her emotions. She handed the blade back to him.
“The raven has already been sent. There is no reason to kill this man.” She looked at Alistair and saw him smile. The two brothers groaned and the one holding the man threw him forward into the ground where he began to grovel at Maura’s feet. However, Maura was overcome by anger by this and stamped down firmly on the man’s hand. He let out a smell yelp and stopped. “Do not confuse my kindness today as weakness. I expect to never see your cowardly face again.” With that, the man scrambled away and disappeared into the forest.
Both brothers began to make their way back to their camp and whispered to Alistair in hushed tones. He nodded and watched as they walked away, but stood until they were outside of earshot. He stepped towards Maura and reached out, grabbing her hands. She looked up from the dirt and met his gaze.
“You did well, you will be a good Queen one day.” He let go of her hands and turned back towards the camp and began to walk away. Maura stood confused and thought she understood what he meant. King George would stop at nothing to kill them. By letting that man free, she had solidified their deaths.
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By the time she found her way back to the camp both of the twins had left. She looked out towards the horizon and saw that both brothers were standing on the outskirts of the forest in full armor staring out, clearly looking out for the advancing army that was coming to take Maura back. She came into the clearing and Alistair was sitting in one of the tents with the flap open.
He was lounging back with his shirt off and she began to walk towards him. His eyes were closed and he was clenching his fist, then he would relax it, after a moment he would clench it again. He did this for a few moments until Maura walked forward and a twig snapped under her feet. His eyes shot open and he sat up to greet her. However, he noticed that she was looking nervous. He looked over at his brothers and laughed.
“Don’t worry about them, they worry too much. I’m not worried.” Maura didn’t seem to be comforted by that. He sat forward and pulled her down into the tent with her. His arms wrapped around her and she could feel the tension releasing in her shoulders and back. “You truly have nothing to worry about. George will send troops, but he’s done that in the past.” He thought for a moment and continued. “The only way he could kill us was if he firebombed the whole area, which he would never do because you’re here.” She fought against his arms and tried to pull away.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Alistair laughed once again, but this time it didn’t seem very comforting. She continued to fight against him, but just as before she couldn’t pull away from his muscular arms. “No, Alistair, this is not a laughing matter.” She said that and he relaxed his arms and she pulled away. His laughing stopped as well and he stared at her intently.
“Are you actually worried?” She nodded without saying anything. “Well then, I doubt there is anything I can say that will help with that.” She shook her head and didn’t say anything again. “Huh, what to do then?” Maura reached up and released the tent flap so that it fell and covered the opening.
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Maura hadn’t forgotten what Alistair had done for her back in the carriage, let alone rescuing her, and she planned to return the favor the best she knew how. So, as the flap hit the ground, she turned her attention to Alistair as he leaned back into the camp pillow that he had rested in the corner.
She crawled towards him on all fours and seductively moved her shapely hips as she got closer to him. There was his usual smile etched on his face but this was one of an anticipated pleasure, which had a bit of a smirk quality to it. Maura had always thought that people could read her true emotions, but she could read this man like a book.
As she reached him her fingers deftly reached up towards his jaw line and they traced his face. His smile relaxed into a look of concentration and he closed his eyes as her fingers walked over his face.
She smiled at him and allowed her hands to slip down to his neck and shoulders where she began to massage him as he had done for her.
If she had truly signed away their lives, she wanted to make sure that Alistair entered into the afterlife with a memory that would keep him happy through all of eternity. So, she leaned down and began to kiss his exposed chest and gently pushed him so that he was lying down fully in the tent.
Her lips traveled over his chest and abdominal and she began to unfasten his pants with her mouth. He chuckled as he looked down at her and watched as she worked them off slowly. He went to reach up to help, but her hands which had been feeling his body shot out and held his hands down. He allowed his head to fall and she felt his whole body relax under her.
After a moment or two she finally tore the knot undone and Alistair slightly lifted himself off the ground so that she could more easily get the pants off. She smiled as he laid back down, his eyes closed and the smile returned to his face. She looked down and let out a small gasp at the size of his manhood.