Won't You Submit?

The tents were set up and most soldiers were enjoying themselves under the moonlight with the warmth of a bonfire and some liquor, they talked and laughed and cracked as many jokes as possible. Most of them gathered round the king to hear one of his crazy adventures of how he used to save Queen Octavia when he was still in his youth.

While Arcadia and Asher were some place quiet and away from the eyes of the others. He had pinned her to the ground and put his weight on her to hold her down as he fondled her while he was between her legs.

She didn't resist his touch when he proved stronger than her, she let him do what he wanted to and she didn't regret anything. He was tossing pieces of clothing away and he hoped he would be able to mark her for real and not in his dreams. He had been craving this moment since the day he laid eyes on her.

"Yes there!" Her back arches as he troubled the opening between her legs with his tongue, "ugh!" She groans as she does her best to keep her body under check but the heat had began to spread and she was slipping rather fast, "ahh, Asher!" He hit the pleasure spot and she began to whimper. She jerks slightly as she experienced that tingly sensation throughout her body, making her jerk lightly, he raises his head from between her legs and licks the mess off his lips, he had the devil's desire and he would use her to satisfy himself.

"We should go inside, I won't be able to finish up with you if we stay outside." He purrs slightly and it rings in her ears, she considers herself blessed and she agrees to go with him after she caught her breath. They are sneaking to her tent until Xerxes sees them both, looking like thieves about to do something really bad,

"Asher!! Won't you come have a drink?!" He turns back to see his master waving a bottle of his favorite liquor but he had the most evil grin in the universe; he knew he was tempting him but most of all telling him to stay away from his daughter.

"I was actually just taking the Queen to her tent to rest, I would join you soon master." He replies to the best of his ability but his mates were still able to catch the flurry of emotions in his voice, they snicker sinisterly while passing comments to themselves. A comment flies and it causes and uproar, his face turns pink but Arcadia drags him into her tent either way and her actions make the men ululate and hype their man.

Xerxes smirks to himself; he was happy with whoever she was happy with even though it was a knuckle head like Asher.

She pulls him by the neck to place a deep, soulful kiss on his lips, she stands on her toes to be able to reach his height and he does her a favor by picking her up and saddling her on his waist. He caresses her back as he kisses her with everything that was in him, with a swift motion her hairpin is off and he begins to loosen the ropes of her warrior apparel.

She plays with his tongue and it results in a low groan, her fingers dance in his hair, massaging his scalp as he fiddled with her dress. He sucks on her lower lip, biting it gently and it sends a ripple throughout her body,

"Asher," she moans his name in between the kiss and before she could say another word she is dumped on her bed, her dress loose and almost showing her chest area. He begins to take off everything on him, he needed his skin against hers, his body was itching for the sensation of her smooth and warm skin on his.

He begins to climb her bed slowly as he took off his upper gear, tossing it to one side, to reveal a very toned upper half that only seemed to attract his Queen the more. He pushes himself in between her legs as he knew that was a good way to be able to get her to comply. Knowing Arcadia well enough she would still try to prove dominance over him and she did so.

She pushes him but he only moves a little bit, she was too tired and needy to be fighting with her lover, even though she detested being treated delicately all the time. Most times she liked it when he was a bit rough on her.

He yanks her magenta hair back a bit, not too much so it wouldn't hurt but it was enough force to get her to look into his eyes as he hovered above her form,

"Won't you submit?" His voice was so chill it sent shivers up and down her spine,

"Make me." She smirks and that was the answer he was waiting to hear, he smashes his lips against hers and she could barely do anything to fight. His fingers tug at her dress, exposing her delicate flesh even more. She tries to push him away but he falls on top of her, knowing his body is more than enough of a weight to make her stop hitting him.

He pulls the dress halfway down her body, sliding the arms down and the rest to her navel. He doesn't spare time and he goes for her flesh, groping it to his satisfaction as he made her lips pink with soreness. He places kisses down her neck and to her mounds, a low moan escapes her lips and it becomes louder when he wraps his mouth around her nipples, the warmth of his mouth making them tingle and become erect.

"You're disgusting, you have been wanting this for a while now haven't you?" She whispers into his ear to edge him even more and he retaliates by pinching her left nipple. She gasps in pleasure before raising his big head by his hair, his eyes were filled with lust and his lips curved into a dumb smirk,

"And you?" He bites back and it makes her stutter a little, she looks away a bit embarrassed but he turns her face back to his silver orbs, "doesn't make you less of a Queen, or a woman." He takes her lips before going back to her breasts, he thanked the goddess for blessing him with such a woman as he had never grabbed mounds as big as hers. And he loved his woman round and soft.

She moans as he sucked on her nipples while he pinched and pulled the other one, her moans were sweet and melodious, having a certain tune to them. He couldn't resist her at this stage and he wanted to hear more of her music. He pulls the dress off completely and he stares at her like a hungry wolf, her body was decorated with love bites of different sizes and her the look on her face was telling him to do with her as he pleased.

Her naked form only excited him the more and the only thing he hadn't gotten rid of was her underwear; he pulls it from the hem and it tears off rather easily under his desperation. She is shocked but aroused by his actions and he pulls her body closer to his, she uses the opportunity to rub the budge in his pants and this causes him to groan,

"I promise not to hurt you," he leans in to whisper into her ears and grind his erection on her, she moans in response as her feminity secreted more juices, "I'll be gentle." His words tickle her senses and it excited her even more. A naughty smirk plays across her once innocent features,

"And what if I want you to be rough?"