(A/N: This chapter contains sexually explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable with such content, feel free to skip this chapter. Thank you for your support!)
Artoria's arms were wrapped securely around Arthur's neck, her fingers gently tangled in his hair. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him close as he carried her further into the tent. The soft rustling of their clothing was the only sound, a gentle whisper that accompanied their movements.
Arthur's hands were firm and steady as he supported her, his touch both strong and tender. He kissed her deeply, his lips moving from her forehead to her cheeks, and finally to her lips. Each kiss was deliberate and passionate, a silent expression of his feelings for her. His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Arthur's hands moved with a gentle reverence as he began to unfasten the intricate clasps of Artoria's armor. Each piece was removed with care, revealing the soft fabric beneath. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers of delight coursing through her. Artoria mirrored his actions, her own hands deftly working the buckles and straps of his armor. Their movements were slow and deliberate, a silent dance of discovery.
"Let me help you," Arthur murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate deep within her. His eyes met hers, and in that gaze, she saw a reflection of her own desire, a hunger that matched her own.
Artoria nodded, her breath hitching slightly as his fingers trailed over her collarbone, tracing the line of her shoulder. "And I, you," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands moved to his chest, pushing aside the heavy fabric of his tunic, revealing the firm muscles beneath.
As each layer was shed, their exploration became more intimate, more daring. Arthur's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves and contours with a sense of wonder and awe. His touch was both gentle and insistent, a silent plea for more. Artoria responded in kind, her own hands exploring the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the strength of his arms.
Their breaths mingled, growing more ragged with each passing moment. The air between them was charged with an electric tension, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle and spark. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth that left them both breathless and wanting more.
As they tumbled onto the bedroll, Arthur's body instinctively covered Artoria's, their faces inches apart. The air was electric with tension, and the soft rustle of their breathing was the only sound that broke the silence. Arthur's eyes locked onto Artoria's, and he could see the faintest glimmer of desire dancing in their depths.
Without a word, Arthur leaned in, his lips brushing against Artoria's forehead. The gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her body relax into his caress. His kisses trailed down, past her eyes, which fluttered closed as she savored the sensation. The soft pressure of his lips on her eyelids made her feel like she was melting into his touch.
As he reached her lips, Arthur's kisses became more insistent, his tongue darting out to tease the seam of her mouth. Artoria's lips parted on a sigh, inviting him deeper. Their tongues tangled in a slow, sensual dance, each movement deliberate and intimate.
Arthur's mouth wandered to her chin, where he planted a series of gentle kisses that left Artoria feeling lightheaded. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers coursing through her veins. She arched into his touch, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice to desire.
The curve of her collarbone proved irresistible to Arthur's lips. He nuzzled the delicate bone with reverence before giving it a light bite that made Artoria gasp in delight. Her hands came up to cradle his head as if holding him closer would intensify the sensations coursing through her body.
With deliberate slowness, he kissed downward, tracing along each breast, gently touching her areolas, then paying close attention specifically around each nipple. He first used just the tips of his tongue, then the full length, taking time to tease playfully, swirling in circles and sucking on each one individually before attending to both again. The connection between them grew overwhelmingly evident as they broke for air between long, deep, passionate kisses. The spark flying between them was undeniable, an unspoken bond shared through several hidden, untold looks. Their bodies kept the pure, visual language otherwise hidden from any remaining sense.
"You're so perfect," Arthur whispered at last, staring at what lay between them, now visible after he had removed her undergarments while kissing downward. He left a trail of small pecks from her breasts to her hips and stomach, pushing the fabric away from the areas they wanted to explore. His hungry gaze consumed her trimmed blonde pubic hair, framing her neatly manicured flesh. "Artoria."
His words hung in the air like an unspoken promise as he gazed upon the delicate folds of flesh before him.
Artoria's gaze drifted downward, meeting Arthur's. She found deep affection in the pools of his green eyes, which locked onto hers, unwavering. Though clear, raw emotion danced in their depths, the transparent truth revealed her own heart and soul laid bare. "Arthur," she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling with the overwhelming need to take, give, love, trust, and believe. She knew nothing could compare to the near perfection she found in him.
As Artoria's whisper escaped her lips, Arthur's eyes never left hers, the connection between them palpable. The sound of his name on her lips was like a whispered promise, and he felt himself drawn to her with an irresistible force. With gentle reverence, he pressed his lips against the sensitive slit between her legs.
The moment their skin touched, Artoria's body arched off the bedroll, a low moan tearing from her throat. The sound was like music to Arthur's ears, and he felt his own desire surge in response. He had never seen Artoria like this before—so vulnerable, so open—and it only added to the intoxicating allure of the moment.
Artoria had never experienced anything like this before. The sensations that flooded her body were overwhelming, a cacophony of pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. She felt Arthur's tongue dip inside of her, and all she could do was moan in pleasure, her hands instinctively going to his head as if trying to push him deeper.
"Arthur," she breathed again, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Arthur's response was to deepen his kiss, his tongue probing gently as he savored the taste of her. He could feel Artoria's muscles tensing beneath him, her body coiling tighter with each passing moment. He knew she was close—he could sense it in the way she moved beneath him—and he was determined to see her through it.
As he worked his magic with his tongue and lips, gently lapping, tracing, teasing, and tasting, he explored the folds within, sending waves of pleasure rippling outward from her center. Even the tiny beads forming along the edges, glistening drops, promised much more. The unspoken understanding hung heavy in the air; every movement, every touch was deliberate and measured, speaking louder than words. What was silently shared was told through those eyes, ever deepening, seeing into the soul with every glance, knowing completely, fully exposed, and utterly surrendered, now trusting completely.
As Arthur's lips made contact with her clit, Artoria's body jolted off the bedroll, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before—a rush of pleasure so intense it left her breathless and trembling.
"I-I'm coming," Artoria cried out in pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper as her body began to shudder and convulse. Arthur's response was to wrap his lips around her clitoris, gently sucking as he coaxed the orgasm from her very core.
The sound of his name on her lips was like music to his ears, and he felt himself swell with pride and desire. He had never seen Artoria like this before—so vulnerable, so open—and it only added to the intoxicating allure of the moment.
As Artoria's body trembled beneath him, Arthur's hands came up to cradle her hips, holding her in place as he worked his magic with his tongue and lips. He could feel her muscles tensing beneath him, her body coiling tighter with each passing moment.
"Let go," Arthur whispered against her skin, his breath sending shivers coursing through her veins. "I've got you."
The words were like a key turning in a lock, and Artoria felt herself let go of all restraint. Her body arched off the bedroll once more as she came hard, waves of pleasure rippling outward from her center. The sensation drew tiny beads forming along the edges, glistening drops promising much more still hidden away, yearning to come flooding free at last. An unspoken understanding hung heavy in the air; every movement, every touch was deliberate and measured, speaking louder than words. What was silently shared was told through those eyes, ever deepening, seeing into the soul with every glance, knowing completely, fully exposed, and utterly surrendered, now trusting completely.
As she rode out the waves of pleasure, a gentle rocking motion moved her hips against Arthur's mouth, seeking more friction and a deeper connection between them that would never be broken. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm, pounding with the same pulse, lifeblood flowing freely now without any restrictions whatsoever.
When finally she lay still, spent and replete, sated beyond measure, Arthur's gentle lapping slowed and then stopped, leaving her sensitive areas tingling and aflame, yet somehow still craving the touch, tenderness, and care that only one person could give.
Arthur slowly pulled back, looking up into eyes still glazed with passion, sated yet shining with a soft, warm light of love, adoration, and gratitude that filled his heart near to bursting.
As Arthur sat up, the dim light of the room danced across his chiseled features, illuminating the sharp planes of his face. His eyes, a deep shade of blue, sparkled with a mix of desire and affection as he gazed at Artoria. With a gentle movement, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his throbbing member, the sound of the fabric sliding down his hips echoing through the quiet room.
Artoria, still reeling from the intense orgasm that had left her breathless and trembling, slowly came back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with Arthur's piercing gaze. As he leaned in to kiss her, their lips brushing against each other in a soft, tender caress, Artoria's senses began to return.
It was then that she felt something press against her stomach, a gentle pressure that seemed to stir a new wave of sensations within her. Her hand instinctively reached down to explore the source of this new feeling, and as her fingers wrapped around Arthur's member, she gasped in surprise.
"Huge," she whispered to herself, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Arthur backed up slightly, just enough for Artoria to take in the full sight, now unobstructed by any clothing or shadows between them. This wasn't something one expected after having been intimate like they were, but somehow it made total sense given everything else they had shared so far.
Arthur chuckled, a low, husky sound vibrating through his chest, sending tiny tremors through his entire body. The sensation cascaded like ripples spreading outward when a stone is cast into a serene, peaceful lake on a summer day. "You're surprised," he stated matter-of-factly, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of playful teasing. A warm, comforting smile spread wide across his face, creasing the lines etched at the corners of his mouth.
Artoria's gaze drifted upward, meeting Arthur's once more.
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I?"
As Artoria's words hung in the air, a hint of amusement danced in her voice, and Arthur's eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled. The sound was low and husky, sending a vibration through his chest that seemed to resonate deep within Artoria. Her gaze drifted downward, her eyes locking onto the sight of his member, still pressed against her stomach.
"That sword you've been hiding in your pants is rather large," she murmured, a teasing glint in her eye. Arthur's chuckle grew louder, his smile spreading wide across his face.
"And it's going to be inside me," Artoria continued, her voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with anticipation and promise. Arthur's gaze turned tender, his eyes locking onto hers with a deep sense of affection.
"I would never cause you harm," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "That was my oath, remember?" The words were a reminder of the bond they shared, a promise of protection and care that went beyond the physical.
Artoria's gaze softened, her eyes searching Arthur's face as she nodded. "I know you wouldn't," she whispered back, her voice filled with trust. And with that, she pulled him into another kiss.
As their lips met, Artoria felt Arthur's member press against her still-sensitive slit. She moaned into the kiss as he slowly started grinding his shaft against her. The warmth of his skin pressed against not only her slit but also her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Artoria's hands instinctively wrapped around Arthur's waist, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, their mouths moving in perfect sync as they explored each other. The sensation of Arthur's member rubbing against her was almost too much to bear, and she felt herself getting lost in the pleasure.
"Arthur," she breathed into the kiss, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. The word was a plea and a prayer all at once—for more touch, connection, and closeness.
Arthur responded by increasing the pressure, his gentle grinding action heightening her sensitivity. Artoria's gasps turned to cries and whimpers, the sounds escalating in pitch with wild abandon. Her limbs trembled, and soft sobs escaped her as she let go of tension and fear, melting away in a moment of pure ecstasy. It was as if a bright blue sky dawned on the horizon, stretching far and reaching out with a shimmer of radiant joy, lifting her free and soaring, dancing in a promised dream, a vision shining with shimmering colors.
As Arthur's member pressed against her entrance, Artoria felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe. The head of his shaft slid in slowly, spreading her, and she could feel the gentle pressure building inside her. It was as if time itself had slowed down, and all that existed was the sensation of Arthur's member entering her.
"I'm going to push in now, Artoria," Arthur whispered softly, his voice a gentle caress against her skin. Artoria nodded slightly, her eyes locked onto his, barely registering the words that had come out of his mouth. She was too focused on the sensations coursing through her body.
As Arthur slowly pushed his shaft inside her, it was as though he was teasing her throughout the process. His movements were agonizingly slow, and Artoria's pleasure built further and further with each passing moment. The feeling of being slowly filled was almost too much to bear, and she felt herself getting lost in the sensation.
The pain she had been expecting never appeared, even as Arthur filled her completely. His tip pressed against her cervix, and the moment it did, Artoria couldn't help but let out a moan of pure pleasure. The sound was low and husky, seeming to vibrate through every cell in her body.
Arthur's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he watched her react to his touch. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "You feel amazing."
Artoria's legs instinctively wrapped around Arthur's waist, pulling him closer as she arched her back. Her nails dug gently into his skin, and she felt him shudder in response. The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but move against him.
"More," she breathed into the air between them. The word was a plea and a prayer all at once—for more touch, connection, and closeness. Arthur responded by slowly withdrawing his shaft before pushing back in again, deeper this time than before. Each movement sent waves crashing through Artoria's senses.
As they moved together, their bodies seemed perfectly attuned—one pushing, the other pulling, their rhythm growing faster and stronger. They were connected like two threads weaving an intricate pattern, a dance begun long ago when fate brought them crashing together. Artoria's body trembled in pure pleasure; she felt it coat her entire form as each thrust seemed to get deeper. Though she had already thought he hit her cervix, she didn't truly know how the pleasure only continued to grow and build.
That's when she felt that pressure coming again, and she could feel herself tightening around Arthur's member. A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips at the sudden sensation, and she felt him throb inside of her. Then she felt him bottom out completely inside of her, his tip pressing against her cervix once more. She felt his fluids burst inside her, filling her completely, and she moaned in pleasure at the sensations that were almost overwhelming her.
"Ah...Arthur," Artoria breathed out, her voice husky with desire. Her hands were clenched around his waist, holding him close as he filled her with his warmth.
"I'm here," Arthur whispered back, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm not going anywhere."
As they lay there for a moment longer, basking in post-orgasmic bliss, Artoria started feeling something shift within herself. A subtle change took over, like ripples spreading across the water's surface. It began innocently enough, with just small twitches at first—tiny sparkles lighting up the dark corners where shadows usually resided deep down. However, these sparks quickly grew, engulfing everything.
Her draconic traits started rising more prominently now, after experiencing such immense satisfaction twice already that day alone. Those normally suppressed instincts swelled, breaking free past the strict controls laid down years prior by iron will and discipline forged through endless trials and tribulations. Now, however, those walls came crumbling down, crashing loudly upon the shores. Sanity slipped further away, lost amidst a sea of chaos raging within. Wild, untamed passion took its place, unrelenting and fierce, as primal urges clawed and fought desperately to escape the confines of binding restraints, straining to break free.
Arthur noticed this change first, sensing the difference emanating from Artoria even before any physical manifestations became apparent.
He tightened his hold on Artoria, drawing her closer still, speaking softly and reassuringly. His words were meant to soothe the savage beast stirring beneath the surface, though he knew full well the true nature hidden beneath the polished veneer. A man (Human) with the functions of a dragon, obviously would affect this form of attention. Now, however, he found himself facing his greatest challenge yet—taming the tempest raging within the heart of his love.
"I've got you," Arthur whispered into Artoria's ear as he held onto the writhing mass beneath him. "Don't worry, I'm not letting go." As if hearing his reassuring words, some semblance of order returned, calming the turbulent waters somewhat and giving rise to the sense of clarity needed to navigate the newly formed landscape of shifting sands.
As they continued to entwine, their passion showed no signs of waning. Artoria's body, still humming with the aftershocks of her previous orgasms, began to stir once more. Her draconic traits, now more pronounced, started to influence her actions. She felt a surge of aggression and dominance, her instincts urging her to take control.
"I know"
At first, it was almost imperceptible—a slight tensing of her muscles, a faint glint in her eye. Arthur, attuned to her every move, sensed the change in her and responded in kind. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened their kiss.
As they broke apart for air, Artoria's eyes locked onto Arthur's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with tension as they both seemed to be waiting for something to spark. Then, without warning, Artoria's hands were on Arthur's chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she pushed him onto his back.
Arthur's eyes never left hers as he lay back, his body relaxed but alert. Artoria straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips as she began to move with a slow deliberation. Her hips swirled and circled; each movement calculated and precise.
Their lovemaking became a sensual dance; each step carefully choreographed as they moved together in perfect sync. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and desire hanging heavy in the air.
As they continued, Artoria's movements grew slightly more aggressive—but only just—like an earth tremor before an earthquake, which might suggest devastation ahead yet holds back, giving a false impression of calmness. In truth, nothing could be further from the reality of the intensity building within her.