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Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

Few with little in the way of pride would engage in something so brave or crazed as with but one ship, attacking a fleet and seeking to rescue a captured princess from an unknown enemy. You needed a rather high opinion of yourself, to even countenance the possibility that such a thing had the slightest chance of working. For that matter, to be a prince and a warrior was to know the highest of expectations and the constant need to achieve left one either a disappointment or rather cocksure from past successes. While his words remain modest, some doubting portion of his mind now rejoiced that his foolish gambit had somehow prevailed against both the odds and reason. As Ambrosia credited Aphrodite with guiding him to her, he could only smile. I have no reason to doubt you in that. I was struck by how others spoke of you, and felt the over powering urge to free you. And now that Ive seen you, not another thing enters my mind.if that is not the work of the love goddess I know not what is. I do confess I barely know you..but I would change that. He protested as she turned her face from him. He seemed puzzled by her suggestion that he was used to more beautiful women. Ive never seen any woman your equal. He protested as his praise carried none of the forced modesty shed chided him for earlier. As she stated that shed clean his wounds he simply nodded to her in agreement. He was easily led downwards to his slightly cramped quarters below in the ship. Alright he remarked as he rather compliantly sat upon the bed within. His legs draped over the side of it, as his large form settled upon it, sprawling somewhat. He heard the tear of the silk that was wrapped around hr as she took a portion of it and then placed it in a bowl of water. He watched the princess kneel before him and soon felt the damp touch of that scrap of silk. There was something terribly pleasant about the way it was delicately touched against him and stroked over his rather weary form. Bruises to his arm and chest where the minotaur had struck him had began to form, and his shoulder protest rather vigorously. As she whispered of his suffering fighting beasts, he offered her a sheepish smile as he noted I swear it was the door that put up the most valiant fight to bar my path. The minotaurs scratched me up and will leave a mark but gods that was a bloody solid door. Androkles felt her breath gently drying the water shed stroked across him, before her hands cupped his face and her lips then pressed to his forehead. His head tilted up towards her as he breathed Id fight many more beasts for you. The gods could lay an army in my path, but if need be Id fight them to the last man to see my way to you. His eyes gazed at her as his hand sought to come to rest upon her hips. The prince sought to pull her towards him as he smiled Created by Aphrodite, I should say the goddess surely made you in her own image Ambrosia. I have never seen any lovelier, you said I should be richly rewarded for what Ive done..then be mine. Touched by your goddess as I am, I will not nor could be satisfied with anything else.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

He spoke of her like she was a goddess herself, whispering sweet nothings about how no obstacle could keep him from finding his way to her. It was the sonnets of a lover, someone who had spent his entire life pining for her instead of the reality that he could hardly even be infatuated by her. She wondered if it was really him speaking or if Aphrodite had given him some sort of potion to make him act this way towards her. Maybe the deity had plans for Ambrosia that involved the aiding of this man. Secluded behind her high castle walls, Ambrosia had escaped the poems of lovesick men, though she knew well that others had thought her fair. The men upon the Aeginan council had often scolded Kleitos for not finding her a suitor, though the old man had not taken a wife for himself either. Many nights Kleitos had asked her opinion of a marriage, but she had always replied that she did not wish to be forced into an arrangement. Instead, she wanted to find someone whose caring feelings were mutual. Unlike any other ruler, the old man had honored his sister's wishes. My prince, surely you do not wish to battle more of those creatures any more than I wish to be at their mercy. Lips twisted into a grin of bemusement, eyes dancing across his face. She felt his hand settle on her hip, holding gently to her body as if he wanted to keep her close to him but would not refuse if she chose to walk away. Her hands raised in the air, hovering hesitantly over his head. Slowly, she slid her palms into his hair, fingers weaving through the locks. Tell me what it is that you truly seek, but do not be hasty in your words. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction. There was lust in his eyes, that was undeniable, but did he truly know what he was doing or what he wanted? Men were to tread lightly with a princess as nothing was ever without consequences. Perhaps he wanted her throne or maybe he just wanted to claim his prize for daring to rescue her. Ambrosia did not want fake promises or the guise of a smile behind a shallow facade. If all he wanted was to take her body, she wanted him to say it speak his intentions. Standing amidst his embrace, the ship rocked awkwardly and so forcefully that her hips thrust inward, the flatness of her abdomen smashed against his lips. She remained motionless, her fingers still lost in his hair. Keeping her body melded to his, she slid down to her knees. Fingers trailed from his hair, down his cheeks, over his broadened shoulders, across his rippled torso, and down to rest on the surfaces of his thighs. Chest rose and fell in heavy motions, the curves of her bosom straining against the frailty of the fabric hugging her curves. Face tilted, cheek resting against the smoothness of his leg. Eyes closed, letting the night wash over them.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

The meddling of the gods confused almost any issue. Yet divinely affected or not, being male the cling of that silk wrap about her as it displayed the supple curvature of her form, ripe with sensual promise alone had been enough to spark lust within him. The high opinion of others, and her own actions as yet sufficed to spark a deeper desire. Surely the King would not have been forcibly convinced to abandon his sister is she had not lacked the sweetness of temperament that was ascribed to her. He grinned slightly as she said that surely he didnt wish to battle further creatures, as one of his hands rested upon her hip the other rose to brush against her face. His fingers strayed across that soft cheek as he remarked Ive no desire to fight any more of those creatures, but I should do so gladly had I need to for your sake. Hed let his fingers toy with a few strands of her hair as he felt the closeness and warmth of her body as she leaned up against him. His eyes locked with hers as he felt her fingers slipping into his hair. His intentions were queried and he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. He leaned in towards her as he sought to let his lips gently brush against her own once more. I told you earlier there is little in the world for which I want. I shall be a king in my own right soon enough. Ive graced to owe some of the finest horses and command some of the finest cavalry known among Greeks. His eyes regarded her rather seriously as his fingers trailed along her side. Ive been utterly spellbound from the moment I saw you. You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen. A smile graced his lips as he remarked While you claim that the goddess of love merely created you you look as though you are she given flesh, or so I would imagine her to look in mortal form. He paused briefly as though realizing he was saying quite a lot but had yet to really address the point that shed wished him to address. His head tilted in towards her own, remaining but a breath from hers as he remarked My intentions are this I shall be a king and from the moment I saw you I wanted no other to be my queen. I would lie if I said I didnt want to lay with you tonight, for every fiber of my being craves at this moment to know you in that fashion. But I would not just have you tonight, but I would that you were mine for every night thereafter. The ship seemed to provide a reminder that they were at sea not in some secluded corner of a palace. He felt her body rocked into him with the lurch of the ship, and the brush of that soft form against him was pleasant. He felt her body soon settling across his lap, that soft feminine form pressed against him. The brush of her bosom and the softness of her cheek resting against him, as his hand was left to idly play with locks of her silken hair. Her chest was not all that would strain against the fabric above it. With the nubile princess draped across his lap his mind drifted into rather puerile consideration of what she could be doing with her lips in such proximity to his groin. Hed spoken of his desire for her, but as she lay against him it would be felt.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

His fingers were so lax in her hair, calming and lulling her into a trance of serenity. It had been weeks since she had felt any sort of comfort, the woman having to constantly be on her guard while wrapped in chains. Kleitos had run his kingdom far differently from any other Greek ruler. While they sought out beautiful wives to produce heirs, he had simply intended his sister to take his throne when he was gone. Though outraged that a woman would rule Aegina, his council said nothing. Now with Aegina fallen to the enemy and the ashes of her land becoming a distant memory, it suddenly struck Ambrosia that perhaps she was meant for a greater destiny. Feeling reassured by his intentions, her face lifted from his leg. Dainty hands reached for his knees, gently prying them at an angle for which the princess could press her body between. Waist was captured between his thighs, the evidence of his lust brushing against the white fabric adorning her body. I am a Princess of Greece. She spoke boldly, using a more stern voice than he had ever heard from her. I only wish to be treated as such in a manner of respect. I will not be reduced to a common whore, she paused, letting her words weigh on his mind, but my body shall be yours if you can promise I will never become as such to you. The voice of Aphrodite seemed to reverberate in her ears as if guiding Ambrosia to what she needed to say. There was no marriage obligation between Androkles and herself, but as a child of the goddess of beauty, love, and fertility that didn't seem to matter. Using the moonlight as her torch, Ambrosia leaned her face toward his. Her sweet breath lingered across his mouth, lips nearly touching. Tantalizingly slowly, she inched toward him until the softness of her tender mouth pressed upon his own. Slender arms encased his neck, folding across each other to gently hold him to her. Lips parting, she carefully traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue before the nimble muscle drove inward to capture his. It did not stay long, however, as it was meant as a preview of what she could do. Breaking the kiss, she pulled back and stood in front of him. The light shone on her sultry form, giving him the chance to bask in her physical glory. Taking a step backward, breaking all touch, she lifted her hand to beckon him forward. Though Ambrosia had solidified his claim and initiated the first steps to intimacy, as a modest woman she simply could not will herself to claim him. Instead, she would let it play out as it was meant to be. Come then, sweet prince, and claim your prize. She whispered, standing still before him.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

When foolishness that hazarded your life needlessly was successful it was heralded as bravery. And now that bravery was being rather richly rewarded. Hed been fascinated since he lay his eyes upon her, and now he settled atop of her and his eyes drank in every inch of that nubile form. Her tantalizing shape and the softness of her skin beneath him only seemed to confirm his suggestion that nothing mortal could be so lovely. His hand rested upon her thigh, it drifted downwards towards her knee before rather firmly traveling up back towards her hip. His finger slipped over her smooth form and stroked over skin that rivaled her silken garment with its softness. Anticipation swelled in him as his body touched against her own. The desire to possess her having been almost obsessive in his mind since his eyes had strayed over that form for a lingering moment. Hed seen her nod as though to acknowledge that she desired for him to continue. Although part of him wonder how much she was willing, and how much she felt obliged to him for saving her from a horrible death. Doubt however, was something that vanished from his mind as he felt his shaft slide into her. He found her warm and tight, and as his hips pressed down into her the head of his cock encountered that telling wall of hymen and tore through it. Her cry sounded in his ears as he claimed her innocence. The thick form of his prick stretched that narrow passage as he filled her, the trickle of blood proclaiming her innocence acting to ease his entry deeper within. He felt her body arch and her hips rocking up meet him. His own form kept a rather steady downward pressure. His body lay atop of her, its weight pressed downward against her, although his form shifted with the rise and fall of his hips. The sinuous motion of his waist brought his stiffened cock to bear upon her. The primal mechanics of thrusting inwards and upwards, to press himself within consumed him. Desire was written in his eyes and his mouth traded kisses with her relentlessly. His hand drifted along her thigh and upwards towards the curve of her ass. Greedily his fingers squeezed upon that pleasant rounded swell. He buried his cock inside of her. Ever seeking to plunge himself more fully within her. The feel of her taught slit about him caused pleasure to race through him, the touch of her skin and the feel of that rocking form beneath him stimulating him like nothing else. His eyes met hers for a moment Youve not lain with a man before. A smile graced his lips as he kissed her cheek As I am the first, I hope I shall be the last. He teasingly smile to her as he kissed her, the rock of his hips pressing his cock further inside of her, letting her feel its steady throb within her.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

It was the most minimal of touches that made her feel so alive. The caress to her knee and slip of his finger across her body electrified her, igniting a fire she never knew she had. His simple touch felt like thousands of tiny sparks awakening her senses, alerting her of her present. Gone were the unfamiliar men and terrifying beasts, only to be replaced by a man who put her on a ship to be cradled at sea. As tradition, it was a man's duty to claim a woman's innocence as his own. There had been many that had wanted that role, but Ambrosia had refused them all. It wasn't that she was prudish, but she didn't believe that anyone should have that type of possession over her in such a casual way. Androkles had earned it, setting sail into a foreign land just to free a woman he had never even met. He had risen above and beyond the duties of a prince and warrior, and thus with the gentility of his actions, Ambrosia had decided he had earned her as well. It was slightly out of moral obligation that she let him lay upon her, but it was mostly because she had seen a truth in his eyes that few ever held. He was a hero, true, but he was a sincere one at that. Feeling the warmth of her own blood gathering below them, the ties that had bound her to her adolescence had finally been severed. Though she had been a remarkable woman of maturity for many years, it was this act that officially carried her to adulthood. Though she was ripening before him, raw and exposed, there was a voice in the back of her mind that ushered her what to do. It was small and meek, and she knew that the rest of their actions would have to be discovered between them. His hand trailed over her thigh, seeking out one of her firm globes. As if to allow his hand to rest more easily there, she lifted that leg free from the bed. The pads of her small foot lightly pressed upon his lower back, creating a new angle of depth in which he could penetrate her. The sharpness of pain that had occurred in her core was subsiding into a dull ache, a sign that surely this was meant to take place. He slowed his assault on her lips before breaking it completely. Voice tickled over her ear, pronounced and confident as he declared -not questioned- that he was the first man to ever engage in this level of activity with her. It made her more nervous, yet she trusted him completely. You are the first and you shall be the last if that is what you truly desire. His lips grazed her cheek in a reassuring manner, almost affectionately so. She could feel the weight of his hips shifting down on her, growing more in mass as the stiffness inside her plunged more deeply. It was the oddest sensation, this feeling of pain and pleasure all wrapped into one. Involuntarily, her hips knew to keep tilting upwards to meet him and each time they did, she could feel him invade her more thoroughly. Soft moans of enjoyment lifted from her mouth, the noises hovering above them. Her chest arched upward in erratic patterns, the sounds of her breathing becoming audibly more ragged.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

As her hips undulated against his, she felt as though his body was like a cage hovering protectively over her own. His arms were strong and defined, settled against the delicacy of her ribcage as he easily kept his frame propped so that he didn't crush her beneath him. How small she seemed in comparison to his bold physique. Her lithe arms trailed down the length of his hardened back, palms smoothing out the skin. She could feel the gold of her bracelets drag across his body, the coolness of the metal in contrast to the warmth of her touch. As he nonchalantly proclaimed that she was his and he hers, Ambrosia's eyes drifted to his darkened gaze. She wondered what expression her rich eyes held. Did they betray that she was terrified and filled with frail nerves for the unknown or did they boast courage and nurture like she had hoped? Hands retracted from his back, ten fingers reaching to weave into his thick, unkempt locks. Soft fingertips massaged his scalp, nails raking lightly against his hair. Lips sought to break free from his, pressing fleeting kisses across his strong jawline. Down to his ear her mouth would graze, warm breath exhaling against the canal. My body has never known such ecstasy until now, these feelings completely new to me. She whispered, letting the breathy tone was over him. Earlobe was captured between her smooth lips, head retracting to tug lightly on it before it was expelled from her mouth. Tongue reached the soft zone behind his earlobe, the rough surface licking a long line down to his neck. Burying her face in the curve of her shoulder, she grunted as she felt his hips rocking more forcefully. Jaws set apart, teeth clenched down on the deliciousness of his neck, clamping with a gentle harshness. Almost as soon as her teeth had attacked his supple skin, they relented. Feeling bad for the unintentional wound, her tongue lashed out to soothe the ache with the dampness of her saliva. Apologetically, she kissed it before sliding her mouth down his shoulder. By now, the two were moving at such a hastened state that she could feel the bulge of his sac slapping against her body, stinging her with every motion of contact. Hips bucked erratically, sending ripples up her toned stomach and toward her firm breasts, causing them to bounce between the barriers of his torso and hers. The leg still resting on the bed lifted to join her other, her long limbs completely wrapped about his waist. Feet hooked across each other to keep from unraveling the pretzel, closing the final gap where his body separated from hers. Instead, the two found a common unison and rolled as one. Chin was forced back as his lips once again closed over hers. The plushness of her bottom lip quivered against his mouth, urged by a spasm that was beginning to break out from her head to her curling toes. The olive hue of her complexion flushed to a scarlet, head spreading out and gathering to her center. I feel strange. She whispered, breaking the airtight seal of their kiss. Like I need you all the more.
Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

Androkles did gaze down into Ambrosias eyes, and they did appear slightly wide to him. But he smiled to her in a rather reassuring manner as he was quite aware it was a rather new experience for her. Although if the woman was missing a beat do to nerves hed yet to notice it, she seemed to lack no in adventurous spirit in that regard. The feel of her fingers pressing into his hair and massaging his scalp caused a rather pleased murmur to escape his lips. He felt the rain of kisses pressed to his jaw and grinned to her as he remarked It would be hard to know of such a thing if youve never done it before. He sounded faintly bemused and if nothing else he soon found out that Ambrosia had rather good instincts if no experience as he felt her mouth close around his ear and her tongue thrust into it. A gasp of pleasure parted his lips. You learn quick.. He felt her biting into his neck and grinned as it sent a bit of shock through him as she gnawed on his nape. As the pace of their coupling heightened, hed feel the erratic rock of her hips and her legs tightening around him as they both wrapped about his waist. Thus he was drawn deeper within her and hed use the pull of her legs about him to ensure that with each thrust he was lanced fully inside of her. He let his lower body rise upwards slightly as her legs tightened around him, thus letting his hips crush downwards into her as with each thrust hed seek to wedge himself deeply inside. So that he filled that taunt virginal sex with the throbbing form of his cock. His fleshy pillar of masculinity rammed inside her tight passage as he rutted between those sweet thighs. He felt her body beginning to twitch beneath him as a flush graced her skin. He offered her a rather indulgent smile as he kissed her lips as he remarked Then you shall have me all the more and its how youre supposed to feel. His pace would increase markedly as she seemed to be pressed to the verge of orgasm. His hips smacked down into her in a fury of activity. Thrust after thrust being laid into her rather intently. Hed pump his cock in and out and in and out of her again and again. He filled her with his cock and plunged the depths of that soft sex. His hips churned into her, taking her and making her his own with their possessive barrage. He felt his seed beginning to grow heavy in his loins as he fucked her. Lust was raging through his veins and was written in his eyes every time he so much as looked at her. The clinging of her body and the spasm of her form would slowly begin to stoke the fire that burned within him. His balls would ache and feel a heaviness building in them as he pumped himself into her. His mouth would close about her own, kissing her passionately. His lips parting from hers to murmur I need you so badly ..As want and lust built up within him, he did indeed need her in the worst sort of way.